I try and I try, but I cannot deny
That fall is a-comin’ to town
The days, they grow short, and of their own accord
The drying leaves are falling down.
The summer was fun, and now it is done,
Its legacy all but forgotten.
But know this, my friend: it may be the end,
And I am prepared for the sodding.
Yes, I am prepared for the waning of days,
For darkness to fall on me gently.
For the soaking of rains and the drying of grains,
The harvest is always eventful.
My enduring confession, then, has to be this:
I adore this autumnal procession.
While the summer is bold, and the winter is cold,
Auburn fall has its own possession.
I wrote this for Form for All at the dVerse Poets Pub, where Tony Maud is the Professor of Balladeering Arts tonight.