Dwindling dim eves
I covet the shadow of faltering leaves
Accustomed to the chill of blistering fall
And the ghostly memories, I somberly recall
Sullen grey skies embark and resist
Spawning the great fog, the dark and the mist

The unraveling prose of spring
Spills as the summers sway and sing
Their exodus is one of pain and turmoil
Seen among the orchids as they softly spoil

Hail to this Autumn King!
And the reign of golden embers, that he shall bring