Autumn Leaves, John Everett Millais (1856)
Autumn Leaves
Autumn a time of change and gathering
When the days are warm and the nights have bite
The sun’s bright time with us now lessening
And feathered sometime friends are taking flight
Time for gathering shaded fallen leaves
An attempt to make the fields appear clean
Huddling around the pyre everyone grieves
Praying that their souls shall now be pristine
Persephone ate pomegranate seeds
Now into the great darkness she descends
So will all not accounting for misdeeds
No better time than now to make amends
Autumn we move into the barns our wealth
And time to consider our moral health
This is lovely.