luminous groves in twilight alit by scarlet fire lustrous and fleeting firmament caressing autumnal pyre ardent eyes with the depths of a well silken tears upon the earth befell weeping under the clouds storms and gale pervade striking the cliffs in the distance tears of silver cascade fields now lay trodden in amber and leaves of gold sprawl the mire dying needles of the tamarack released as the branches grow tired hear my words touch my hands fires now burning where foliage now stands