Tears of autumn meld with dew,
dripping off your cherry hues.

These melancholy feelings, how they haunt me,
but autumn’s beauty how she taunts me.

Soon the landscape will all be pallid,
it’s colours, for now, sing a lover's ballad.

Shed tears of joy and not of sorrow,
don’t spoil today with the weather tomorrow...

© B. D. Caissie