Autumn comes in all its fullness

Harvesting both land and hearts.

Autumn has its birth in Winter *

In the stillness where life starts.

Every death brings hope of birthing,

Every birth enfolds life’s end,

For the seasons of our living

Mirror patterns nature penned.

Autumn gives us time for choosing

Seeds which bear the richest fruits,

Fragile life which we can nurture

Into just or vain pursuits.

Every death brings hope of birthing,

Every birth enfolds life’s end,

For the seasons of our living

Mirror patterns nature penned.

Buried in Autumnal endings

Lies the shoot that bursts the tomb,

For the letting go in Autumn

Sows the seed that births the bloom.

Every death brings hope of birthing,

Every birth enfolds life’s end,

For the seasons of our living

Mirror patterns nature penned.

Click here to see the score: Wallace.Autumn Comes In All Its Fullness

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* The biological cycle of the year can be said to start with the dormant seed buried in the earth.

Alternative tune: HYFRYDOL

Text and Music © William Livingstone Wallace.