No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
as I have seen in one autumnal face.
-John Donne
A season of falling leaves
And hibernating trees
Of gathering and hoarding
Of frosty, sparkling, misty mornings
A season for crunching and munching
For chestnut roasting
And crumpet toasting
For bonfire flames dancing
In the midnight air
A season for listening
To racing winds whistling
Through sleepy undressed branches
And for children chasing the host
Of whirling, twirling fallen leaves
