ode to autumn

Autumn is the dying of the year.

The season sadly sighing, “winter’s near.”

Its lifeless, loveless leaves all bled and dried

remind us of the death sweet summer’s died.

 

Autumn means the nights are drawing in.

Let Halloween and Bonfire Night begin!

The days are short; the nights are long and cold:

(a joy for youth - oppression for the old.)

 

Autumn wears a cloak of blood-red gold.

A multi-coloured dream-coat to behold.

Its bleeding and its dying’s a motif

of man of sorrows and the God of grief!

 

Autumn is so beautifully adorned.

Like passing of a princess, should be mourned!

And with the falling of each dying leaf

our hearts should break for season far too brief.