The lamps are lit

Reflecting autumnal gold

Up from the sheen of the wet path

It’s still raining lightly

And I’m glad of my umbrella

As I walk under the trees

It’s cold, and getting colder

And it’ll be good to be home

Anticipating warm soup, thick with vegetables

Fresh, crusty bread

And maybe sweet cocoa to finish off

And yet, with gold above and gold below

There’s beauty in an autumn evening

When the lamps are lit

And all is calm and bright