You’re here again, my forgotten friend,
Who chills the air with frosty hand,
You’re on your way, not far I see,
Leaves rejoice from their colorful tree,
You’ve come again with September’s end,
To make the skies turn cold again,
I must admit...I forgot,
The chill in the air and the beauty you brought,
But welcome! Please stay, rest here for a while,
Lay down in the sun whilst our hearts reconcile,
Lift high your glass for a sip of brown cider,
Come run in the fields as leaves grow brighter,
Lace up your cleats and muddy your knees,
Winds rush through the length of your sleeves,
Come gather ‘round bonfires across golden plain,
Delight in the harvest of warm Summer rain,
Til at last from our doorstep-- you tip-toe away,
No word of farewell, just daylight that wanes,
with crunching of leaves left underfoot,
A trail of what was, on paths that we took,
I heard your voice in bare branches today,
Wind held a whisper, “nothing gold can stay,”
We’ll meet again with annual surprise,
In briskness of air, and an Autumn sunrise
