Along the road to Martin’s Winding
before the season of mythical finding,
when Summer bleeds into Autumn’s veins
and sheds its green as it slowly wanes,
discloses the mystery behind her delicate veils,
that no longer hide the quixotic myths and tales.
No more mystery of the secluded witch’s homes,
the romping of the forest nymphs and gnomes;
no more imagines when the swelling thickets undo,
for all is disclosed and known to be true.
The veil is lifted as the leaves lay on the ground
and the mystery behind the greenery runs aground.