Warm days wane, while summer fades,
and skies turn dark and gray.
Life languors lightly and forgets,
of winter’s worries and springtime storms.
Yet autumn comes and conjures shade,
and gone the merry days of May,
Of love-lorn lasses and regrets
And up the days of nature’s scorn
Cool days while,while Autumn forms
At summer’s inevitable egress.
It brings the harvest, and shortened days
And robs the forests of it’s jade.