Autumn cries as the colors fly
Rusty hues command the view
There’s a weeping in the willows here
A measured bliss settles down so clear
Summertime’s mirage drifts slowly away
We tap at the trees to get at the sap
The sugar is made for the table we laid
Flora and fauna celebrate the days
Life grows away, prepared for the night
Moments in an enduring cycle tick by
Autumn falls to its decided place
We’re left with a memory of what we have seen
We ready ourselves for this season to fly
We stand drenched in the colors of a fading sky