Wrap me up in your coat of autumn leaves,

I have seen the summer, shine and shower,

She twindles now, almost it's last hour but she tries to cling on,

Fooling the bumble and the summer flower.

She fills the pub gardens with laughter and friends, all hoping that summer will not come to the end but summer surely will take a bow in this show, she leaves, going underground, time to lie low.

Autumn glows in a myriad of copper tones, she brings a chill that creeps into our bones, whispering and hinting that she is here to stay, she knows she has a little time to be whipping up the winds and play.

We light the fire and tuck ourselves deep into the woody crackles and smokey scents.

As Darkness comes creeping into the early eve, the flames in the fireplace become faces of those that are waiting to light us to bed.