Autumn, what color is your hair?
Like mine, it’s this of dying summer;
And this long copper dress you wear
Have you not taken from my shelf?
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The strong, cold wind that brought you here
Could be the deepest breath from my chest;
Like mine, your voice is low and quiet,
Like me, all that you are is change
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You color skies with daunting colors,
You drain its warmth out of the sun
Like mine, your coming is unwelcome:
It means that worse things are to come
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Autumn, you’re smiling from my mirror
A mother’s smile that tells me all shall pass
I trust you, Autumn, but I’m leaving
To chase my dying summer’s warmth