Seasons In Love - Fall

The old blaze won`t keep us warm any longer The light is fading, the cold grows stronger Flames of a dying fire glow in lovers` eyes In a gray sky a lonely blackbird westward flies Broody brushes dripping with boundless yellow Paint images of memories melancholy, mellow With fruits lavishly loaded, with ripeness replete All turn inward, a final task to carefully complete What was sown and grown now must be reaped The harvest is ready to be collected and heaped One last eclectic parade of a once were fascination Falling leaves, dying dreams, approaching cessation