My Autumn

My Autumn


Spring and summer are mostly for the young,
when ideals and mores are upon us strung.
Now is the Autumn of this woman's life,
a passing through childbirth and being a wife.

Now do my beloved rains begin with showers,
and through the woods, I brave the green towers.
I have loved Autumn rains from childhood to now,
spending hours seeing the trees sway and bow.

My beloved is the place where nature sings,
I revere all the beauty that she sweetly brings.
Give me not a public-house or sprawling mall...
give me Autumn rain and trees so very tall.