As the year begins to draw darker at night the great long and sultry heats are past,
Rain has fallen and refreshed the air and repaired the parched earth of the summer,
Shadows of the year begin to fall there is a dark gloom it is pleasant and soothing,
The glare of past days hang in the air and in mornings a dew it is once more autumn.
There is a veil of clouds that are drawn away by the hands of the high soaring winds,
Clouds in their airy lengths and gossamer drapery amid an intense azure of immensity,
The sun comes up once more to brilliant days the calmest and most impressive beauty,
A watery sun with watery heat it shines down on autumn fields and bathes all in gold.
On every side there is real happiness as the stores of the year have all been gathered,
Trees begin to change their color indicative of ripeness in the orchards and gardens,
Hedges filled with an abundance of crops, blackberries remind us of Babes in the Wood,
Hedgerows brightened with scarlet berries, woody nightshade and all is truly beautiful.
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