O, stunning fall of saffron gowns
And amber shawls beyond compare!
You grace the leaves with reds and browns,
The tears you'll shed at winter's glare.
Your works of art will turn to blight
When winter starts her early dance.
Her frosty gown of downy white
Will coat and shroud the land's expanse.
Yet winter's spree will have to cede
To blooms that rise with warmer days,
For snowy gowns cannot impede
The seeds that raise their arms in praise.
Then at the close of fragrant spring,
When flowers clothe the gleeful land,
Elated summer yearns to bring
Her gown of jade and ocean sand.