O, can you hear her? Yonder autumn days?
A siren's voice as silent steps she takes?
Her nuanced hymns create a frosty haze
And warn the trees to brace for pearly flakes.
She pairs her feigned allure with lovely sights
And softly laughs while stealing warmth from me.
I fear her touch of cold and wintry nights;
She'll hold my face till spring can set me free.
And yet, her comely gown I long to see
When she arrives to waltz at break of day.
So when she starts to dance amid the spree,
My heart applauds her dazzling white ballet.
Through autumn's haze, her call I faintly hear;
She pleads with me, her cold arms not to fear.
“My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.” ― Claude Monet