The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 01, Oct 2016 | Page 8
AUTUMN SINGS HER LULLABY TO SUMMER
When the summer is sung; then comes the fall Yet that transition seems; much more seamless A definition in words; known by all And for all to see; logical, dreamless
Real seasons blend; into one another Shifting within the cycle; of the year We personify nature; as mother Seen now in red and gold; not so austere
Reborn to dance; ahead of the autumn With auburn hair in ringlets; dangling down She’ s announcing; that good harvest has come Upon the wind; twirls circles in her gown Singing shrill songs; from the tops of the trees She rides the wind; that lady of the breeze.