The Dying Lady
by Marian Vidotto

Summer has lost her coat so gay
She's worn and torn and weakened and gray
Why has she left us? Why must she go?
Autumn, you've treated her shamelessly so.

Yet she retains what beauty is here
She's dying, but gracefully, lazily spurred
By the thought of the tearful mourners behind
Autumn, how could you be so unkind?

She who has given us all that we love --
Warm, gentle breezes and clear skies above,
Thousands of flowers of multi hue -
Autumn, I'd never have thought it of you.

Summer, we'll miss you terribly so
When Winter approaches with wind and snow.
We'll think of you then, as we do now.
Autumn, you've certainly started a row.

Oh, Autumn, you're not bad in your own little way
Yet, I'd gladly exchange for a warm, summer day.
Though you have beauty and colour galore
Autumn, you bring but the rain and the hore!