Rusty leaves go swirling, dancing in the breeze
As hickory coals burn low, underneath baronial trees
Hear that mournful solo, sung by the willow's muse
Lamenting summer's farewell, with an autumn blues
But baby, don't you fret
This melancholic met
Is just the prelude, to nature's soaring suite
As winter lullabies, await in fallen sleet
Foggy velvet blankets, drape the morning dew
While beetles strum a bossa, on bark's wooden derues
Geese honk out a warm coda, bidding their adieus
As zephyrs tongue the melody, to earth's last hues
Listen to the rill go trickling
A muted rhythm, gently ficking
'Neath the orange canopy
Of nature's vivacious tappestry
But baby, don't you cry
This symphony won't die
It's just a serenade, to welcome a new act
Spring's jubilant jazz will soon be back
So embrace the poignant strain
Of nature's sad refrain
For in her blues, there's truth in plain
That every end's a new breath to regain