Lord of Autumn, You enchant us with Your skill

for taking summertime with such majestic grace.

You lend Your royal colors to the wooded hills.

You stain the sky impassioned blue above our place,

and with the breeze, You stir the fallen leaves to run.

You make of loss a paradise when You are near

where even gnats may frolic, gilded by the sun.

Here may we marvel at the work that You have done—

Your richest beauties from the dying of the year.