Autumn

Autumn

I shed my tears on the autumn day

Let shredded leaves blow in my way

I see the oxbow lake in all its green

This autumnal world is not what is seems

The squirrels collect their cone shaped provisions

Making sure of careful decisions

Leaping from the hand shaped sticks

Like tom jumping over the candlestick

The final sights of winged frog food

The rutting deer begin to woo

A season of sleep preparation

All across the dying nation

So goodbye leaves, I cry you away

Say goodbye to this year's day

And with the final look that last I steal

I really love the autumnal feel