Summer recedes on the breath of autumn
falling from grace of the suns malevolent brilliance's
mother nature darns her night cap and ties the bow
in ruffles and lace of colored leaves and foliage
she has sloshed dead skin in the storms of her fall baths
using pine cones, now discarded on the ground
putting on her dressing gown of many colors
so soft of hues, decorated with red and purple berries
Her mate father time calls to her to come slumber
take rest beside me my beloved and be renewed in winter
lifting the covers of time he enfolds her, for safe keeping
she being the submissive comes to his welcoming embrace
only making one request before her weary summer eyes close
that the son jack frost be waken to complete his task before
winters Ices blast