The year passes quick
And the seasons turn quicker
I say: so it goes.

A fall storm quickens
With shiver-inducing rains
Foretelling winter

With brightest aspect
Does the sun, late in the year,
Penetrate a cloud

Jet-black rain-wet coals
Telling of a pain since passed
By minutes, or months

Leaves overhead play
A dry and windy rhythm
As autumn arrives

Just walk beside me
Here at the seasons’ turning
Let me hold to you

I can smell a change
A turning writ on the wind
I turn, and follow

Let us settle in
And listen to the crickets
Chirping in the night

At last the air cools
As nature’s babes grow taller
Wary of the fall