Autumn's Child

When warm summer nights turn cold and bleak,
And once lively lillies their graves do seek-
There she rises from her nest in the mountains,
Filling the landscape from her colourful fountains-
Through the forest she unclothes the trees,
Carpeting the ground with an Eden of leaves-
Across the fields the wheat greets her passing,
Leaving behind mounds of thanksgiving-
Now she releases her bundle of hair,
Cold-bodied beasts make haste to your lair-
Her mornings now carry a bird's shrill song,
Her evenings make king sun now only night's pawn-
Yet soon she too returns to her roost snow-white,
To let the child of winter delight!