Slaps us sober,
Summer must lie down and die.
His fallen leaves her golden shroud
All things green are disallowed
With harsh cold breath he howls good-bye.
Then he begins his brilliant reign
Red and orange fire his domain
Bright harvest moon
The dark too soon
We gather up, we stay inside.
Watch him weaken growing older
Winter perched upon his shoulder
Gaunt and cold and hollow eyed.