With the hanging of the autumnal wreath
The light begins to fade away
Summer calms and sheathes its teeth
The season is in the air we breathe
A faint whiff can be smelled of decay
With the hanging of the autumnal wreath
The wind is so supple and lithe
Stalking warmth as though it is prey
Summer calms and sheathes its teeth
The leaves fall and cover the heathe
Red and gold glamorous fill the shortening days
With the hanging of the autumnal wreath
The lengthening nights do bequeathe
Wisdom for those who will pray
Summer calms and sheathes its teeth
The wild host starts to fidget and seethe
The map of the stars shows the way
With the hanging of the autumnal wreath
Summer calms and sheathes its teeth.
C.M. Wellsmore 