In the misty, moisty Autumn air, 
Summer lingers still through mellow days, 
And light which glimmers gold and fair, 
Is dimmed and dulled by gentle veils of haze. 

I myself can clearly see 
How Autumn, soft and slow, is creeping. 
Summer gave herself to me 
And now departs for winter-sleeping. 

~In the Light of a Child :: Michael Hedley Burton