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