Autumn's Grip Is Dwindling Poem by john (called jack) wren

The Goddess of Dawn spreads her arms
and gazes on the world below, then her
rosy fingers bathe the land
in a wonderful warming glow.
Stars at dawn dim their light
and fade into the heavenly throng
river and sea kiss when they meet
then embrace with a shanty song
fading flowers their beauty gone
in the twinkling of an eye
drop their heads in sorrow
as their hearts begin to cry
God's hand paints the the frosty fields
with the sign of chills to come
Autumn's grip is dwindling, it's time
for Winter to have some fun.