Poem For Autumn Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Golden coins come spinning
as autumn greets the dawn,
branches shake and quiver
and so begins the morn.
Great laureates from the ages
compose their pretty song
red and gold shines everywhere;
but where has summer gone?

The sun that shines about us
is much lower in the sky,
and there's no need to doubt it
for it slightly blinds the eye.
The roses dropp their petals
it's autumn from now on
and cooler breezes float on air
but where has summer gone?