Arlene Corwin Poetry

Early AutumnSeems like an early autumn this year.

One feels his fancy turning to fear.

The wind’s a bit too cool,

The leaves a bit too dry,

And just by gazing up

You see that birds are flying high –

Anxious to leave the sky

And head for warmer weather.

Seems like an early autumn this moon,

And all the leaves are tuning red too soon.

The skies grow dark as June has meekly passed.

The summer’s run away, while autumn’s come too fast.

© Early Autumn 1954

Circling Round Nature; Lyrics;

Arlene Corwin