September hails the Hunters Moon

Whose steely light arriving soon

Along with chilling Autumn eves

The rustling grass upon the breeze

 

Blown away is Summers heat

Gone now evenings drawn and sweet

Parting birds for warmer climes

Leaves the natives far behind

 

English Autumn comes along

Slight decay with blackbird song

Cackling in alarm at dusk

Skimming by in deep mistrust 

 

Churches with their distant spires

Strike the hours and measure time

Calling out across the field 

A thousand years of fates are sealed

 

And looking up to Hunters Moon

Illuminating Autumns gloom

Across the aeons light has spilled

To light another year fulfilled 

 

Of harvest now brought safely in

Of Christian song that rises Din

Of fires to warm the aching hearts

Of lovers that to death does part.