Christian
How quickly warmth, it disappears Hard earth, I tread upon. Creeps Autumn once upon each year Leaves cover o’er sweet lawns. The tired brooks, like children ran Exhausted, make their sigh, Lay down to rest upon the stones From almost running dry. The wind she whispers in my ear, And scares my evening stroll Where once the sun did play all night With chills the leaves do roll. The robin’s chirp brings signs of dread It voices beauty fled The cold comes down upon my chest And on my weary legs. All things are touched with earth’s decay Joys of hours or years Memories to light my way From darkness and from fear