A melancholy rustle stirs in the leaves
Holding heavy in their boughs
Their green, green garbs have faded
They are in mourning now

For the bounties once bestowed on them
By spring and then by summer 
Now they curl their mottled frames 
In the briskness of September 

Lady Autumn has this special
Cleansing Ritual that she wields 
Back into the earth they go 
Flowers, butterflies and leaves
 
The promise of new beginnings too
Is buried with their shapes 
For when spring comes round again 
For when again they will all wake

The leaves are weary as they cling 
To seasons that have gone 
But soon they too will hear her sing
The soothing song of Fall