I love your mud-drenched country lanes,
Curious bonfire smell in deepening woods;
The crimson skies overlooking the plains
Absorbed in the years most nostalgic moods.
I love your wild colours, waltzing flowers,
As much as your withering and decay;
Your mornings as much as your long, dark hours;
The night far as much as the blushing day.
It is true I will love you, for as long as you
Won't forget to return once every year -
Dear autumn, I think I'd love you still
Even if 'twas your last time being here.