Springing to life, these glorious days, <br />Autumn still shows its soft chilling ways. <br />Amidst all the confusion of the summer divine, <br />Again and again till the end of time. <br /> <br />Slender shrubbery entwining down, <br />Now spurned and cast off on the ground. <br />The cold, the wet, the dew they endure, <br />But gleaming and golden, still living for sure. <br /> <br />Why dost thou have to go? <br />Bringing back the chilling ice and snow. <br />Fading, now fetching the things I hate, <br />A whole other year's too long to wait.<br /><br />Zoe Howarth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-face/
