Autumn Is For Lovers

The summer's almost over The days wane shorter week by week The hills have shed their clover And, the sun his warm mystique. Each month becomes less weary The pain fades each passing day The future seems less dreary But, this awful yearning stays. My music fills the silent void Where your voice hung like heather But of course, I must avoid The songs we danced together. My walks help ease the mourning Like, leaving bad thoughts behind But only in the early morning Before the couples walk entwined. I walk through most of the year Through summer, winter, and spring But never in autumn, I fear My heart just can't take somethings! I must never think of autumn Not since our last adieu' For, if I ever thought of autumn It would break my heart in two! For autumn is for lovers And is also when we met A time to enjoy another And, not for love's regret. Spring is past encroaching The summer has gone, and then... Winter is fast approaching That dead season, my life begins. Timothy I. Brumley