AUTUMN DAYS adapted from the original by Marion Olson
Thy blessing, Lady, on there bright, autumn days So filled with golden beauty at our door. The fruitful Earth gives of its generous bounty In measure full, pressed down, and running o'er.
The apple trees with ripened fruit hang burdened; The wheat field yields its sheaves of golden grain. A lonely scarecrow watches from the cornfield O'er mounds of corn and pumpkins in the lane.
Across the countryside and through the woodlands, The maples have presented glorious fare. The russet of the oak and golden aspen... The Goddesses' masterpiece produced in beauty rare.
Along the brook bright asters now are blooming; The dusty roads are bright with goldenrod. Upon the fence the wild grapes hang in clusters And hidden silk escapes from milkweed pods.
The marigold now shows its wondrous splendor; Wild ducks are resting on the quiet pond. Chrysanthemums are ruling o'er the garden... A beauteous summer rose blooms sadly on.
The woodland creatures now prepare for winter, The squirrels hiding acorns all the day, The honking geese move bravely on their journey And tiny songbirds wend their weary way.
These brilliant days that lift our spirits skyward Have filled our souls and taught our hearts to sing. For as the Earth rests from Her fruitful labors, We'll wait with Her for the return of spring.
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