O Autumn, come and quench the heat of day,
The stifling blaze of Summer's austere eye.
She came with joy and merriment away
With leafy green and promised blue of sky.
But Days grew long and hot and choked with dust
And smoke! Her promised fruit can't satisfy.
The fickle winds, the soot and parched earth crust,
The shrinking lakes in sun-baked lands and hills,
The tattered leaves, most faded brown and rust,
All long for Autumn's winds and cooling thrills!
Set air to crisp; enliven hearts and minds!
Bring rain and brisk with frosty nighttime chills!
With colored leaves and freshness all entwined,
She paints her joyful masterpiece unsigned.
D. Benning
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