. Autumn Summons The wind carries the leaves, And leaves the colors bear; The field prepares the sheaves That hold the sun ensnared. The leaves the colors bear; The colors hold the song That cooler grows the air, As autumn comes along. The colors hold the song That quickens in the heart, Which makes perception strong, And bends the soul toward art. For this I thank the wind, The wind that bears the leaves, The leaves that colors bear, The colors dyed with song, The song that through me weaves, So full of autumn air. . . Talbot Hook is a PhD student and occasional writer currently living in Connecticut.