Autumn Chant

Autumn Roses

Peter Ellenshaw

Now the autumn shudders

In the rose's root,

Far and wide the ladders

Lean among the fruit.

Now the autumn clambers

Up the trellised frame

And the rose remembers

The dust from which it came.

Brighter than the blossom

On the rose's bough

Sits the wizened, orange,

Bitter berry now;

Beauty never slumbers;

All is in her name;

But the rose remembers

The dust from which it came.

"Autumn Chant"

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

"Fall Leaves Fall"

Emily Bronte

"Fall"

By Peter and Harrison Ellenshaw