ODE TO AUTUMN

The days go by, and now I see
No more the Summer days.
The gold falls down upon the lea,
'Tis Autumn now, a different phase.

The cool night air is colder now,
The rain is falling more.
Yet crickets still ignore the sounds
Of crackling leaves beside the door.

The wind now buffets glass and wood,
While fires roar in hearths inside.
The blankets warmed, the soup is good;
Yes, long ago had Summer died.

But flowers months will come again,
And fruit is yet to be in bloom.
A new time now, the warmth has waned;
'Tis Autumn now, a different moon.

- 2002 -

(End of poem)