I saw old Autumn in the misty morning
Standing shadow less as the sun rose
Waiting for the early light
And listening

Just listening

Listening to silence
For no lonely bird would sing
No humble hedge nor solitary thorn
Dared to spare a rustle

For Autumn hated the evergreens
Forever young,
Forever free from her shivering power
Forever able to shelter life

Where are the songs of Summer?
With the sun and laughter
Autumn has hidden it under her cloak
Only to be seen a year later

Sometimes Summer makes a quick reappearance
Before being stuffed back in
Along with Spring, the giver of life
And Winter, the taker of life

Honey bees hold the sweetness of Summer
In their luscious cells
Keeping it for old times sake
And to satisfy their queen

Go and sit with her
On her mossy stone
Soothe her cries
And hear her sorrows

For all Autumn wants
Is a place of rest
And someone to be there
When she needs them most