Cusp of Autumn

Autumn, I adore you! Hurrah for your golds and apple reds! For cold nights creeping under warm window sashes, for birds polished shiny as nut shells!

For children in slippers

Grandfather trees

Bowing sunflowers

A late raspberry on my tongue

Autumn, dear bearded one, come and simmer cider with us. Stay long! I do not feel as kindly to your successor. Why do you never come alone? This year, O Autumn, leave Winter behind!