Lughnasadh
2006

Prepare Ye bronze Laird o'the dappled green
for the first wan paling o'the golden gleam.
Things are not always as they seem,
for leafage thick
and dancing gleam
are fading.
Though early yet and long the day,
though midday beams still warm and gay,
earlier ever the evenings weigh,
as dark approaches,
and all aglow,Your sunset play
gold, upon velvet sable.
Yet as ye fade,
The Lady quickens.