To The Golden Fall

To The Golden Fall

To the golden fall
When summer songs are full,
Upon you I now call
For winter moods are dull;
Each hour is lived in dim
And some in blackish gray,
The wintry whimsy whim
Belongs to this frosty day.

To each the bloom I knew
When summer was young,
I want my thoughts renew
And carry with me along;
For I am now in the cold
And feeling rather lonesome,
No bouquets there to hold
Nothing for weeks to come.

To the golden shades
The leaves grow to be old,
Like memories away fades
Becoming an aged household;
Until the next of spring
Each dreaming is wintry,
For then we will again sing
Get to be careless free.