I wandered lonely as a scarecrow,

Braving the crisp October chill,

Watching over the fallow fields,

As the fleeting birds take their fill,

Feasting on fallen abandoned acorns,

In the shadow of a giant elegant oak,

On the horizon home fires are burning,

As a forest of chimneys bellow smoke,

My tattered old raincoat won’t let me down,

Stuffed with the warm golden harvest hay,

A hat and scarf make my ensemble complete,                       

As I brace myself for the sleet on the way,

I want to leap into autumn,

To kick up the leaves of red brown hue,

I want to crash into autumn,

And bathe in its early morning dew,

I want to fall into autumn,

Cool as a breeze that forever blew.