Preserving days fill autumn’s mercy
Smoke and salt combine Into primeval lore unsheathed
Preparing winter for the assault of man
In fading ancient woodland songs
We are freed from hedonism
By the icy reformatories of winter nights
Underneath lightless stars
Laid low by inhospitable seasons
Cold touches us deeper than humanity
All hearts beat in time to a desire
Yearning for serenity of warmth
