Changing, turning

                               Endless cycle

                               Waiting, yearning

                               Fall’s begun

                               Neither one

                               Nor wholly other

                               Not yet gone

                               And not yet come

                               One is cold

                               And one is burning

                               Tales told

                               And not begun

                               Changing, churning,

                               Wheels are turning

                               Waiting, yearning

                               Autumn’s done