Turning, I Unleaf Again

The spring returns, the dark of moon,
The turning of the winter sun.
Soon comes the time when
Turning, I unleaf again.

The stars wheel in their dance,
From horizon to horizon passing.
Soon comes the time when
Turning, I unleaf again.

The leaves grow up and then they die,
From pass to pass, in cycle round.
Soon comes the time when
Turning, I unleaf again.

The autumn comes, and then it goes,
Beneath one and another harvest moon.
Soon comes the time when
Turning, I unleaf again.

The summer waxes, the summer wanes,
The golden light comes and then it dies.
Soon comes the time when
Turning, I unleaf again.

The winter comes, a breath of ice,
Stroking, burning, drowning branches.
And now comes the time when
Turning, I unleaf again.