The olives and the ochres of withered blades,
Of conkers and hazel all through the glade
Dark evenings, too soon the clock going back,
Squirrels secreting their nutty snacks
A ring of fairies dancing on the lawn,
Appearing in the early dawn
The cool breeze brings a dash of rain,
Like tears on the window pane
A double rainbow a lucky sign?
Watching with your hand in mine
Some might speak of the fall,
Time to don coat and shawl
No more the barmy days of yore,
Acorns adorn the forest floor
‘Tis the season of fog and dew,
A time to renew my love for you
The last few bees on heather recede,
But bring forth the sweetest mead
Time to pick the Bramley and the Russet,
Sharing the nectar, sat on our tuffet
Sprites are dancing upon the hedge,
Leaving footprints on my window ledge
No time to catch the hazy sun,
‘Tis the hour our loving’s done
The last pressing of the summer wine,
The sweetness of your lips on mine
