You said that you liked the springtime
With its warmth of lengthening days.
You said that you loved the summertime
When the noonday heat formed haze.
But now you say there's a season
That stirs you like a call,
The fading light of shorter days,
The time of year called 'Fall'.
You are like the rest of men,
You live one day at a time,
In most of your days you plod along
A rough path, hard to climb.
At times you rest from your labour,
When you see the fall of the leaf,
You know from the summer's passing days,
All things in life are brief.
When the roses fade away,
The frost of the dawn brings chill.
The multi-coloured fading leaves
Bring hues to the vale and hill.
Then you stand and gaze with awe
At a sight which is nature's call,
The rich brown speckles, the shades of green,
In the gladsome sight of fall.
The tender yellow shines like light
Where the shade of the hillside blackens.
A carpet of old gold spreads the way
Where the leaves fall on the brackens.
The gentle rustle of fallen leaves
Will stir up your emotions.
The fading light through the half-bare trees
Will bring you to devotions.
So that is the reason, neighbour,
Why you feel a wave of zest.
When you see the autumn glory
At the time you love the best.
It is not a wave of fancy.
It is Mother Nature's call.
She puts away her summer clothes
At the time you love, 'The Fall'.
Sidney Littlemore