Autumn

You are to me a breath of air
Cool, refreshing blowing fair,
Upon my face, your touch is soft
Lift my spirit high, aloft….

High to where your breeze is born
Let those who love the summer mourn,
But no not I, for I bless the time
When summer wanes and you are mine…

To revel in the colours brought
Throughout hot summers often sought,
Watch leaves slowly fall each day
Feel gentle breezes blow astray……

Wake each morn before your sun
Count each blessing before day’s begun,
We each observe your falling fire
End each day in gold attire….

So faithful to me every year
As March arrives you’re getting near,
April brings your coloured gown
May sees you in gold and brown…..

Too short, your season sadly missed
Your sun is low, each day I’m kissed,
By your countenance so mild and true
Next year my Autumn I’ll wait for you.
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