The Evensong Bard
July 18th, 2013We continue our tour of the seasons with the Evensong Bard, the spirit of autumn, by Julie Wright.
I hear him calling with the fleeting sun,
His song of ease when the labors are done.
Trees drape him in fading crimson and gold,
While shadows stretch long as the day grows old.
So, Spring is Asian, Summer is African, Autumn is European, and Winter is American.
I’m chasing the sun across the globe. We begin with the dawn in the land of the rising sun then westward, ever westward.
Brings back a memory…
For an outdoor wedding on the Niagara escarpartment, Sandra played the lap harp and and I played the pennywhistle while we hid in the woods.
Evensong Bard strikes me as a cross between Ovid and Apollo. :)