Autumn's Face Poem by Zoe Howarth

Springing to life, these glorious days,
Autumn still shows its soft chilling ways.
Amidst all the confusion of the summer divine,
Again and again till the end of time.

Slender shrubbery entwining down,
Now spurned and cast off on the ground.
The cold, the wet, the dew they endure,
But gleaming and golden, still living for sure.

Why dost thou have to go?
Bringing back the chilling ice and snow.
Fading, now fetching the things I hate,
A whole other year's too long to wait.