On the crest of Autumn break
Is when my soul does seem to wake
Out of slumber long and sparse
And down I lay on deadened grass.
From tempting shades do seem to run
Tiny animals fired as if from a gun
Yet in fact from gun shot loud
The scattering does not seem so proud.
Here in the park beneath greyed skies
Is also where my love does lie
With she I come and lay beside
In case it is her way to hide.
But still she lays, unmoving yet
Among the blades long since wet.
Contented, soft, rest up now,
Knowing neither scream nor howl.
How proud she’d be to see me there
Knowing that I still do care,
Though through summer I saw her not
We can now be one, thanks to final shot.