The Autumnal Horn
- by Linn Barnes
After all we've seen and heard these past days,
tomorrow we will sound the autumnal horn,
we will flee to the sanctuary of the deep woods,
where only the here and now rings true and clear,
where the light is sharp, where the wind cuts clean,
straight to the 'deep heart's core',
where hope takes a long happy breath,
flooding life to the wounded soul.