Whisp’ring softly among the leaves,
Whistling faintly across the eaves.
Creeping, sneaking, cold fingers reaching, it’s coming
around again.

Dancing briskly amid the leaves,
Gently, quickly, around it weaves.
Wheeling, banking, onward it’s taking its partners across
the glen.

Piercing, biting, not yet knife-like,
Chilling child and adult alike.
Rising, falling, it is foretelling, winter confined to the
den.

‘Cross the Earth the autumn wind blows,
Lifting leaves wherever it goes.
Cooling, dark’ning, the seasons changing, fall comes to
the world of men.