Before Red Turns to Rust

I am committed, I fear,

to the blazing autumn

To the shocks of scarlet, the walls of blooming carmine

Though hibernal kisses shock and shiver,

Though youthful fancies bloom in springtime,

Though midsummer heat is all-consuming

Sit by the oaks, by the water

Let them fall, let them rise

And scratch their ears

Rub their paws

Sit there until our vermilion fades into frost

Anonymous