As we leave behind the summer

and autumn takes a hold,

as leaves turn myriad shades of red

And weather turns wet and cold

As chill wind blows it’s frosty breath

Across the land, north, east and west

Fear not my friend,for we are blest.


When earth has had her well earned rest

And winter’s course is run,

Trees and flowers of all hues

Burst forth in springtime sun,

With weather warm and daytime long

The birds will cheer us with their song.

Till once again the summer ends and autumn takes a hold.


Paul Underhill



A Poem for Autumn