Brisk autumn winds <br />Blow swift and cold <br />Now regal elms <br />Are dripping gold. <br /> <br />The last roses fade, <br />Summer birds take leave. <br />Autumn has a tapestry <br />She must weave.<br /><br />Marianna Jo Arolin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weaving/
