We knew she’d arrived when the leaves turned to gold;
We knew she’d arrived when the wind became cold;
We knew she’d arrived when the apples turned red
And a carpet of leaves made a colourful bed.
We knew she’d arrived by the shortening days;
Oh we knew she’d arrived in so many ways -
And when Autumn arrives with her halcyon smile
Winter will follow with stealth and with guile.
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