Season of song

Seasons ebb and flow
Raging Rivers trickle
In anticipation of winters snow

Tools are traded
The paddle need not work
It's season faded

For fiddle and guitar
Dusted & tuned
Now the vessels that take her far

Frosty mornings crisp and clear
Leaves aflame and warm guitar
ELM finds the Muses here

Singing once more
And fiddle under chin
Of stories, legends and lore

So begins the season of Song
Currents of Music
Of which to float upon...