Oh Autumn, how the trees do weep for you,
Each falling leaf a tear for the cold,
Torn from branches for a cause that is true,
To mourn the lateness of a year grown old.
Oh Autumn, how your slow shy death doth tease,
Warm morning sun a glimmer of false hope,
Only to turn to clearest nights with ease,
With this freeze-thaw-repeat we can ne'er cope.
Oh Autumn, how you pass so bitter-sweet,
Ochre glow a sign of impending frost,
The faded memory of Summer's heat,
Until all sign of past season is lost.
Oh Autumn, pray please, stay another day,
Keep the poisoned barb of Winter at bay.
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