Prior to untimely ignorance,
This shall be about the grace of Autumn.
I left him for you, Autumn,
And I lost it all for you.
I brisked toward town, for you, and I breathe air you may see.
I wrap material around my neck,
I fend my hands from daylight,
Oh and what a light you give me Autumn,
One day merely white,
Colourless yet bright.
The next, a Golden day, speckled air and damp crisp.

You treat me well, you don't tempt too much,
You lie me out a day free of routine.

Had I not slipped into winter, Autumn, you and I may still have been together,
I worsened by Spring, such a bitter influence, oh how could i ever fall for heat?
Drag you in it does! Tempt you with colour, and shimmering water.
Decieves you with flowers, it does,
Hides all the trees!
Oh and when you wander out, burn you it will,
Crisp your skin and make you sweat,
Oh autumn, won't you save me yet?

I've done nothing but leave you for the next,
and yet around it come,
Once more, it come!
Shaking the cloth from the trees and pointing out glistening cobweb.