DEATH OF SUMMER'S FIRE

Do you sense the death of summer’s fire
As fragrant breezes rest and colours fade?
As when hedgerows shed their fresh attire
Do you sense the death of summer’s fire?
If so, is it time to think of winter’s ire
And forsake the placid aestival glade,
Do you sense the death of summer’s fire
As fragrant breezes rest and colours fade?