I sing of Autumn and her sister Fall:
As days grow short and Summer speeds away,
And captures dying leaves against the wall,
She comes most gently, bit by bit each day
Till Summer's languid hold and heat decay.
Then banners flung, unfurled against the sky,
Bedecked in colors, sights, and sounds, display
The passing of fair Summer's long "Good-bye"—
A glorious emblem heralding Winter's battle cry!
- D. Benning
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