The summer’s gone, it’s blown away
Beg as I would, it could not stay
And now I feel the traitor’s spell
I cannot bar old Autumn’s tell.
So stoke the fire and heat up all
The fruits and plants from frosty fall
Shall all be captive to the cold
Like pioneers in times of old !
Seems winter came in one fell swoop
The cold rushed in all whoop-dee-doo
The rains they staged a wild deluge
For sure they weren’t playing Scrooge.
The icing on the cake could be
It downed the leaves on every tree
Tis not true New Years Eve as yet
How much more busy can it get ?
The waves they crash upon the shore
The oceans sigh and sometimes roar
The wind blows wild and billows out
Emitting sounds quite like a shout.
It whistles past each stand of trees
Without restrictions, if you please
To wander valiant in the brush
And give each blade of grass a rush.
The gust lends impetus to all
Attentions to this force of fall
The summer’s flown, farewell a must
Tis autumn with its burning lust !
The early sunlight filters through the trees
The naked branches quiver in the breeze
The air is chill and threatens soon to freeze
I spy the foam-capped waves upon the seas.
Leaves have deserted all the trees
The smell of winter treads the breeze
The shadow of the sun soon fades
Beyond the hill there in the glades.
The early night now spreads its gloom
It creeps into each lonely room
And whispers softly in my ear
That wintertime will soon be here !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 