• Leaves are falling from their stems
    The sky’s a haunting grey
    Frost creeps up right through your hems
    The night takes time from day

    Green is overcome by red
    And warm shades of brown too
    Everything seems almost dead
    This season’s something new

    Rain keeps falling down and down
    It never seems to end
    Yet no one seems to wear a frown
    Their wounds they quickly mend

    The next month you awake to see
    The grounds all white with snow
    The season shows much irony
    To which I’ll never know