As the hearth warms..

Slowly changing,
Slowly swaying,
Slowly falling,
From the trees.

The northern winds blow steady,
The northern winds blow strong.
Clouds now rolling in,
Those summer days are gone.

A storm I fear is coming,
And it's putting up a fight,
The days are getting shorter,
And longer are the nights.

The snow will soon be coming,
The cold will soon be here,
Another log on the fire,
Autumn is growing near.