Autumn's Farewell

The leaves are falling, red and gold they fly,
A mournful dirge upon the chilling breeze.
Farewell, sweet Autumn, as thou passest by,
Thy reign of splendor ends among the trees.

Thy sun hath set, thy golden days are o'er,
And winter's shroud soon settles on the land.
But in my heart, thy beauty shall endure,
A memory cherished, close at my command.