Of all the seasons, I love most the Fall
When crazy ,tinted,wild blow all the leaves
They love to toast themselves in summer sun
And want no shelter from the Western wind.
While squirrels hide their nuts and batten down
For winter on this European isle.
For those who wish there is the Shopping Mall
Where they forget thin nature now bereaved.
For children playing ball is joy and fun,
With grazed legs and knees forever skinned
Meanwhile the rich put on their evening gowns
And after dinner, dance and woo a while.
But many like myself desire the call
Of knotted hedge and bent aslant small trees
Of damp long grass and hares wild on the hunt
For winter madness makes all beasts grow thin
We in old wool coats will crouch and frown
In camera, waiting with our hearts docile.
Yet,there is a threat in hearing, Fall
As if our forebears could have lived quite free
Unclothed and loving, dreams of human’ haunt
As if we could wind back the reel and film again.
Knowing this impossible we’re drawn
To fall ourselves and sleep and never smile.
The world itself is dance, it is a Ball
If we lose our thoughts and merry be
Give ourselves what we most truly want
This world was made for us to span and scan
Every plant for you and me is grown
And so we smile and smile on Europe’s isle