Misty morning in early autumn
The landscape is bath in golden light
Softer than summer's harsh sun
Leaves still on their branches are silhouetted in the mist
The air, cool and thick with moisture
Lies still above the dark river
As it makes its meandering way
Through the meadows and trees
Still flowing but whispering
In the stillness of the autumn dawn
"Ice is coming, prepare ye creatures on the riverbanks
Store that seed that hangs heavy with dew in the amber light
Autumn is here, but not for long
Not for long ... for long ..." it whispers
To anyone quiet enough to listen