As today I walked through summer trees
I feel the taste of autumn upon the leaves

There was a sense of time in the breeze
That life was moving more quickly now
And soon the smell of September would start to please

The trees hold their summer fruit but when I return the golden hues will lie at my feet and will be carried by autumns rush

And in the rustle of drying leaves a creature will stir and look about, knowing that soon winters call will hold him short

And then once more as snow lies all about an anxious plant will appear to start once more this yearly race
And I shall feel it in winters air
As spring calls to me that now a new year will soon be here