And Autumn Returns
I awoke to find my maple tree saluting a returning friend
Brilliant ruby leaves are falling on and on without an end
The days are getting shorter and darkness creeps in soon
We're now brewing potions underneath the harvest moon
Apples by the barrel-full, soon cider they will be
Scarves, hats and coats soon bundled upon thee
My hands will often wander to the warmth of pockets too
A sure sign that Autumn has arrived and summer's through
