A sad and lovely song the autumn sings,
When red and yellow leaves begin to cry
To see the sun retract its smiling gaze –
And feel the chill of crisp October days.
They hear the urgent notes of passing geese
And looking up to watch the distant line,
And wishing all the while that they could go,
Turn loose, and meet the forest floor below.
And resting there in wait for winter slumber
Dream of warmth and wind and skies,
And days of summer …
– Mike Blair