When arbors shed a golden shower
and blushing trees shed leaves
they flutter gently from their bough
to lie in crunchy sheaves.
Autumn regally takes reign
as Summer abdicates.
Migrant birds take wing again,
fly northwards with their mates.
The breath of day is cooler now,
Sol starts his journey north,
Summer blooms no longer flower
as cold winds issue forth.
For those of us in southern climes
beneath the southern cross
we must prepare for colder times
when Winter is the boss.