Songs of the Autumnal Equinox

As fall will grow so shall the whims of bliss.
My hopes will rise with reds and browns this day;
My Dreams will Soar, but Truth will Bear dismay,
Yet So shall Fate, it's Brusque and Comes to This.
Alone i Sit and Grant this Curt crisis.
I'll Hunt for Warmth in Mind not Touch today,
Though Fall will Show but Shades of Cold and Grey.
Autumn can Fill your Head with Thoughts of Frisk;
I'll Bid not Let these Thoughts form Clouds of Haze
And Settle In the Truth that Hides and Waits.
Only i Know what Strives through This fall's Daze.
It Must be Songs i Play in Dire Straits.
The Strings on Which Autumn befalls and Strays,
Can Lay to Rest anxiety that Hates.