Winter is an etchingSpring a watercolourSummer an oil paintingAnd autumn a mosaic of them all
By all these lovely tokens
We know April days are here
With summer's best of weather
And autumn's best of cheer
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree
No spring nor summer beauty
hath such grace
As I have seen in one
autumnal face
Autumn is a second Spring
When every leaf becomes a flower
Just before the death of the flowers
And before they are buried in snow
There comes a festival season
Where nature and all within her are aglow
The days are warm to dance barefoot
With feet worshiping the sky
And every swing seeking faster
That cerulean kiss from on high
Oh Autumn you slay me
With your fiery gaze
Your lips are an incredible shade
Yet I cannot fathom your ways
Arriving so swiftly
And capturing my heart
But gone again in a matter of weeks
Leaving a soul torn apart
You are a passionate lover
And I wistfully remember you
When your loss is filled with Winter's doom
And grey skies replace blue
(C) 2012 MM
