Autumn draws closer
Its scythe raised for the summer,
Ready now to strike
And fell the sunshine...
Autumn draws closer
Its scythe raised for the summer,
Ready now to strike
And fell the sunshine season.
All of nature knows
That the change is on the air
Calling for the sleep
Which will sing its lullaby.
That hazy voices calls
Of the slumbering Autumn,
And the flowers fade
And the grasses wilt
And the leaves grow gold
To fall through the heavy air.
Autumn is the dream
Which shimmers on misty fields
Heady with the past,
Under the sentinel harvest moon.
No comments have been added yet.
