Season of frost and deciduous decay
Of fungus and acorns and watery day.
Burrowing reptiles and mouldering fruit
Fiery leaves and the ermine's white suit.
How smug stands the spruce as the mud starts to churn
As the harvest moon glows and the bonfires burn.
The children in make-up, for tricks and for treats
In masks and in costumes, they prowl down the streets.
The wind starts to whisper, the geese start to fly
The dog and the hunter creep 'cross the night sky.
Ther day is now shrunk, the dark has now spread
The frost bares its teeth now the Summer is dead.
The land lies in sullen state, awaiting the chill
For Winter's brash heartness to close for the kill.