The shining summer ages, dwindles, dies; <br />The heat turns to the cold. <br />The former azure hue of yonder skies <br />Is hardly to behold: <br /> <br />For often, as hastens the wintry time, <br />Full many a cotton cloud <br />O'ercasts the heaven; approaches the cold clime <br />When snow shall come, like shroud. <br /> <br />'Tis not here yet; some warmth doth yet remain, <br />As leaves from bleak boughs fall: <br />The mellow colours winter will disdain, <br />For they will vanish, all: <br /> <br />The autumn, like its leaves, must fall and fade, <br />With the ephem'ral year: <br />Creation all will have died and decay'd, <br />That green was ere 'twas sere. <br /> <br />(Monday,10th October,2005.)<br /><br />David Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-26/
