My Autumn

My Autumn Spring and summer are mostly for the young, when ideals and mores are upon us strung. Now is the Autumn of this woman's life, a passing through childbirth and being a wife. Now do my beloved rains begin with showers, and through the woods, I brave the green towers. I have loved Autumn rains from childhood to now, spending hours seeing the trees sway and bow. My beloved is the place where nature sings, I revere all the beauty that she sweetly brings. Give me not a public-house or sprawling mall... give me an Autumn rain and trees so very tall.