I look across the autumn fields br So brown and bare for cut and turned, br By blades of plough that scarred the land br Where summer wheat did sway, br The crows now climb the clods of earth br All strewn with shafts of golden straw, br While swiftless skies are silent br As September slips away. br br The hedges cut where hawthorn grew br And blossomed in the early spring, br Beside the path where fallen leaves br Lie scattered on the floor, br Where once the pretty daisies grew br With dandelions amongst the grass, br Now just the fading clover stays br As winter nears once more. br br The border trees stand lightly tinged br With amber flecks amongst the green, br Their faintest shadows rest upon br The undulating ground, br As evening sunlight slowly falls br And cloudless skies begin to glow, br I hold the comfort that the spring br Shall quickly come around. br br br br Copyright.