Fallen Leaves
by Deane P. Goodwin

Evening approaches, gentle breeze blowing
My chimes ring a bittersweet song of fall color
chanting prayers and singing
Praises of the circle

Renewal awaits in the colors of the sun
Rising to the heavens on Golden Eagles' wing
Prayer defined as action defined as prayer

The wheel turns
In the center stands, unmoved, the Mother
Guardian of love and life
Nurturing arms upraised for all

Life in the spiral
Leaves,the sacrifice
Labyrinthine dance conjured by ancient Shamen
In amber salute to the dream

Promise, made on the smoke of Autumn's fire
Recognition of
Truth handed down so long ago

Leaves from golden
Become
Green
Alive

And we sing
Praises of the circle