I remember well the evening air,
That blew in gentle waves.
I recall the lake alight,
And her brooding there -
Within mercy, as the beacon of all life\'s days.
I remember how she sighed,
As her thoughts soothed all but the meadow
That instead tuned in to her humming-glee,
Swaying aloof in the sunset\'s beaming yellow.
I remember now,
Her sheen unchanged -
As on her brow rested a smattering of shade
Bestowed by a whispering cloud, floating on.
It smiled for her, as she spoke to it,
Of her life, and revelry;
While bearing the weight of guilt,
And frailty.
She turned around, as if to say -
\"Will you remember me?\",
And before the words could leave my mouth
She collapsed, and withered away.
The meadow\'s mantle then ceased to flutter,
As the sunset\'s color lost its shine.
While the water hollowed in silent gloom -
I looked out upon her passing, and cried:
\"Yes, dear Autumn. I will remember you.\"