She shelters of an autumn evening,
 Bathing in the indigo;
 Blanketed by stars emerging
 To the night's adagio

 Sounds for hearing and for healing,
 She elates in all of this --
 Sheltered underneath November,
 Wrapped in wonder, sheathed

 In bliss

 Many hearts to her will come:
  She shelters,
  She shelters --
 Pained and aching, lost and numb:
  She knows,
  She knows --

  The arms she spreads are 
   for the world,
  And like a sky at night 
   unfurled,

 They come in wonder, seeking hope;
  She tries,
  She tries --
 They ask for solace, or a touch;
  She cries,
  She cries --

  And in presence of 
   each ghost
  Of those she's loved
   the best the most,
  She ties each lost heart
   to her post,
   and shelters,

   she shelters