Lady Autumn
Willful Lady Autumn
Coming down the lane;
Here, a glint of sunshine,
There, a gust Of rain,
And a stray wind a-whimpering against the window pane.
Coming down the lane;
Here, a glint of sunshine,
There, a gust Of rain,
And a stray wind a-whimpering against the window pane.
Lovelier and wilder
In her tawny gown,
Bordered 'round with yellow,
Red and russet-brown,
Than ever Lady Summer was, when she came back to town.
In her tawny gown,
Bordered 'round with yellow,
Red and russet-brown,
Than ever Lady Summer was, when she came back to town.
Grayer are her skies than
Summer's ever known;
In the wind's deep voice there
Comes a fretful tone;
And here are scarlet berries where a rose once held her own.
Summer's ever known;
In the wind's deep voice there
Comes a fretful tone;
And here are scarlet berries where a rose once held her own.
Softly, Lady Autumn,
Go by hill and glade,
In your gypsy colors
Flauntingly arrayed:
Of just such transient beauty Lady Summer's grave was made.
Go by hill and glade,
In your gypsy colors
Flauntingly arrayed:
Of just such transient beauty Lady Summer's grave was made.
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
Art https://www.deviantart.com/shade-of-stars
Art https://www.deviantart.com/shade-of-stars
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