Autumn, the star.

Autumn, the star, is beginning to play. Look what’s happening on the stage! Now she’s singing a warm summer tune, Playing the banjo made from the moon. It’s getting cold, and the first winter songs Suddenly come with amazing ding-dongs. Warmer a bit. And it’s bringing a thaw Ringing with drops from roofs in galore. Yes, we enjoy it year after year, Watching red maples growing bare, Saying goodbye to the sorrowful birds That paint days with the last lovely chirps.