God of growing night -
Ripe with budding hopes, we pause for spitting snows.
Sleeping into shadows, we hallow fading glows.
"Nothing gold can stay" ablaze,
The tumbling leaves depart;
Yet may this holy harvest warm
Our body, mind and heart.
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God of sinking light..
Perfect and lovely for this time of the changing of seasons - a time of light and darkness emphasized.
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