When Summer sets softly across the sky
and bright green leaves wave their good-bye
and a lingering wind blows gentle from the north, it's sigh,
It's cooling, refreshing, echoing sigh.
When the leaves turn gold, magenta and brown
and Autumn lays claim to morning dew's crown
as God turns his seasonal hourglass upside down
Summer stores to memory her days of renown.
Across the horizon lies lavender's refrain
above the meadows, the hills and the plains
an Autumn moon patiently waxes and wanes
and the blades of grass rise high to kiss the rain.
The sweet, glorious Autumn rain.