Once verdant turns away from green,
On highest branch and floor beside.
As lower light repaints the scene,
Rich gold and auburn now reside.
Mellow woods expel their lungs,
And mist upon the meadow swirls.
Calms summer heat as autumn comes,
Hiding webs now strung with crystal pearls.
Jewels hung low from bough and bush,
Fertile fields fecund with riches.
Plucked, picked and bailed in harvest rush,
While sharpened ploughs return to hitches.
Bounty reaped and fodder stored,
So, rejoice, rejoice, yet remember reason.
Earth full paid her year’s reward,
But winter is a crueller season.