The olives and the ochres of withered blades,

Of conkers and hazel all through the glade

Dark evenings, too soon the clock going back,

Squirrels secreting their nutty snacks

A ring of fairies dancing on the lawn,

Appearing in the early dawn

The cool breeze brings a dash of rain,

Like tears on the window pane

A double rainbow a lucky sign?

Watching with your hand in mine

Some might speak of the fall,

Time to don coat and shawl

No more the barmy days of yore,

Acorns adorn the forest floor

'Tis the season of fog and dew,

A time to renew my love for you

The last few bees on heather recede,

But bring forth the sweetest mead

Time to pick the Bramley and the Russet,

Sharing the nectar, sat on our tuffet

Sprites are dancing upon the hedge,

Leaving footprints on my window ledge

No time to catch the hazy sun,

'Tis the hour our loving's done

The last pressing of the summer wine,

The sweetness of your lips on mine