casting the runes

I feel the autumn chill behind
Bringing echoed and faded rhymes
Whilst in the firelight head inclined
You read the cards and cast the runes.
Mistress, what is the future now?
Or is that veil too darkly spread?
Tell me, surely the cards must know,
Or must I ever be in dread
Of the morrow's shapeless progress
Whose intentions I cannot guess?

JG

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