From the Songs of the Greenwood
Narbeleth A cool golden wind is flaring, the wandering people are settling down for the winter. The sleepy mice are nibbling, the fallen walnuts are rolling around the pantry-corner. All is clad now in pure gold, a few last leaves the trees still hold, clutching the branches tightly.
This is an autumn song, inspired by a somewhat different poem called "October" by the 20th century Hungarian poet Miklós Radnóti. I felt its mood matching Narbeleth, the fading season of the Elves.
My sincerest thanks go to the members of the Edhellond group for their help and encouragement. If this is any good, that is because of them. All the weird parts are my doing.