The cool breeze breaks the barrier of my skin
The smell of decay, of hibernation
I take in a breath and I relax
The hair on my neck tall
A fallen leaf on my breast
The snow will fall soon
When I will shuffle back to my hole
A month of the early dawning sun
The smooth warmth upon my skin
Arms stretched wide, legs splayed
Like a wheel I spin with my environment
Here I will lay until the chill of winter breaks my trance
Another year and we shall meet again on
My Glorious October