Quench the sun with a clinging mist
And adorn the land with amethyst;
The grape already touched with frost
Finds clustered fruit will soon be lost.
The wind catches the leaves that fall
And birds head south with anxious call;
Frost comes quick to lick the flowers
Who droop their heads in long lost hours.
The crimson leaves brush bark that's rough
To show leaves and bark are tree enough;
And in the woods squirrels gather nuts
While sleepy beasts look for winter huts;
And the tremulous wing of a butterfly
Etch fluttering flight in a sapphire sky.
Up above shines a full harvest moon
To hide the memories of long lost June;
She shines with the aura of a gypsy rose
With the in between of winter's snows.
Then the faded earth and leaden sky
Bid October a sad goodbye.