The Touch of Fall

The Touch of Fall

The touch of Fall’s a sign
That change is on its way
Where will this path of mine
Be taking me today?

This twisting, turning road
May every now and then
Go to places cold
But return to warmth again

This time, as I do shed
As green is stripped away
Replaced with orange, red
I’m lost in windy sway

Please, oh please, my Fall
Don’t keep me down too long
Let’s rest awhile, us all
Till times when we belong

No! Light is not the servant
Of Time or Spring or Autumn
So keep that love, so fervent
Rise up from the bottom!

No light is lost, no love’s too much
No warmth’s forgotten with Autumn’s touch