Page Title

It’s time to let the summer go
And time for autumn winds to blow.
      It’s time to shake off summer’s leaves
      And find dry homes for harvest sheaves.

​

It’s time to let in misty morns
And draw back the awakening dawn;
     It’s time to drop the ripening fruits -
     Send migrating birds upon their routes;

​

Clear up the leaves, plant bulbs for spring;
Sing harvest hymns – come loudly sing!
    Thank God for autumn’s golden glow,
    Forerunner of the winter’s snow.

​

​

Copyright on all my poems