Golden leaves beneath my feet,
Autumn winds through my hair,
Flowers fade in slow retreat,
Foxes sleeping in their lair.
Ashen skies of nimbus flocks,
Shrieking geese flee from the east,
Falling showers of icy drops,
Soaking land, man and beasts.
Short days fly from dawn to dusk,
Chill nights sheltered by crackling fire,
Cattle in byre, fed on husks,
Springs green pastures their desire.
Boughs of apples creak and groan,
Hazels hardening on the tree,
Fields of stubble, freshly mown,
Swallows gone beyond the seas.
Orion’s sword arm held on high,
His flashing belt diamond bright,
The autumn stars invade the sky,
And silvery moon lights up the night.
It’s chestnut roasting, marshmallow toasting,
Hot toddies and mulled ales downed,
In the hedgerow robins boasting,
Leafy carpet covers the ground.
Autumn, herald for the winter,
All brown and red burnished gold,
Time is passing like a sprinter,
Now the year is growing old.
By William Hayles