The dizzy bee
Has lost his yellow-rose flower,
The fragrant clover has gone to bed.
From her rain drenched hair
Falls Autumn's cold, grey showers,
With portents of the long nights ahead!
Shadows lengthen
With the last breath of summer,
The hearth now beckons to the flame.
I lie my head,
Blanketed in lonely slumber,
Pillow kissed tears whisper your name!


R.