The End of An Autumn Day

Eventide approaches, with beauty in the air. Soft breeze blow with graceful gladness. A slight zephyr blew throughout the trees, As lads kick at leaves of various hues. But now the day is over and all feel hungry, Arriving home, the smell of squash and garlic, a homely pumpkin soup, a crusty bread, cheeses of all types, and roast lamb or beef. Fully satiated, all repair for a goodnight's sleep, in barns, tents or beds provided for comely spouses. Oh, would that autumn never end.