Trees are slowly starting to undress
Looks like they’ve found a new dress
A little question I would like to address
Tell me, do you have something to confess?
Yes, my little human, a new cycle has begun
There are four, and autumn is the only one
Who wears the knitted scarf of a rusty sun
Waiving a quiet goodbye to the summer son.
Welcome back, my copper season,
I now understand you are the reason
Why all the flowers have been eaten
Leaving leaves behind so it will not be uneven.
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” ― Albert Camus