Autumn, silent killer, softly creeps
And binds her web about the countryside
With cruel chill fingers she reaps the fruits,
Then casts the empty husks aside
Her lush and sensuous colour spreads
Oozing beneath her grasping hands.
Shrouding the ground with pools of red,
Each tree and bush denuded stands
Clammy and chill is the air she breathes
Hard and cold her greedy mouth
She takes the summer to her breast
And slowly sucks the lifeblood out.