From the recording FIVE - THE FIFTH SEASON
The poem paints autumn as both a season of beauty and a metaphor for love’s fleeting, ripened fullness. The falling leaves become vows and secrets, while the golden twilight suggests intimacy shared before winter’s shadow arrives. There is a tenderness in the imagery of hands held and orchards kissed, where harvest symbolizes the culmination of passion and life’s richness. Yet within its romance lies awareness of transience—time and death are present, but rather than diminish the moment, they make it more precious. In this way, autumn becomes an embrace: a reminder that love, like the season, burns brightest as it fades.
Lyrics
VERSE 1
The air is softer, touched with gold,
As summer’s flame begins to fold;
Each leaf, a whispered vow released,
Falls slow, like secrets told in peace.
VERSE 2
The trees are brides in amber veils,
Their rustling hymns are tender tales;
The wind, a lover, bends to kiss
The orchard’s lips with fleeting bliss.
VERSE 3
Your hand in mine, the twilight glows,
Through crimson paths the river flows;
And every sigh the season weaves
Is sealed in fire among the leaves.
VERSE 4
Let winter wait, let shadows fall—
This hour of harvest holds it all:
The ripened heart, the fleeting breath,
The beauty born from time and death.