Warm Winds Give Way

Fall has pounced on the old summer dog,
As cool winds blow leaves to the ground,
Summer now lays by the fireside,
Too worn to menace the town.

Make way for the winter regent,
She promenades in her cowled white coat,
Her gloves give rise to cool blue skies,
Singing song of renewal notes.

With pumpkins beginning to ripen,
And the cotton crop already spun,
She embraces the wounded of summer,
With the cool of new season come.