The ferns and flowers are in retreat,
Golden leaves fall at my feet,
It’s autumn time and the woodland knows,
Winters hand will soon bring snow.
The Oak King now has lost his crown,
And the Holly King begins to strut around,
Migrating birds now fly away,
But they’ll return in springtime days.
Trees quite soon will look so bare,
For winter gales they must prepare,
And the Green Man tends the evergreens,
Severe, harsh winters, he has seen.
We, as humans, will close our doors,
And watch the gales and rain that pours,
And we’ll feel safe within our shell,
As those outside are facing hell.
But autumn is a magical time,
Walk the woods and you will find,
The changing colours of the leaves,
As the Green Man steps between the trees.
Though the sun is weakened in the sky,
There’s natural beauty to please the eye,
And Pagans give thanks the whole year through,
For what the Goddess gives to me and you.