Woolgathering from Courting Autumn by Pamela Wyn Shannon

Woolgathering by Pamela Wyn Shannon

I pull the leaves from my tangled hair
The gusty wind storm had blown them there
Burning leaves scent the autumn air
The smoke rolls up through the haze

I pull the burrs off my ragged coat
Woolen scarf snug around my throat
The river swells with teacups afloat
In the dark drizzling day

O, Autumn I love your ways
Your burnished leaves and your golden hay
The way you wake me with your restless wind
That hollers wide through the braes

O Autumn I love your ways
Your melancholia and brooding gaze
Will you promise to keep me warm
With woolgathering days?

I spin the days with my wandering
I knit the months with my squandering
I weaver the feathers of a fledgling
Stained with the ripe fruit's red wine

I pull the tufts from the thorny brake
your blustery winds tempt to vex my stay
But i'm forever dyed-in-the-wool
With my woolgathering ways

• Folk
• Irish folk
• New England
• Welsh folk
• acoustic guitar
• psychedelic folk
• United Kingdom