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?
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
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
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