AUTUMN FAERIE


As autumnal leaves tumble down,

To rest so gently on the ground,

In such profusion, golden laid,

There perhaps to be sometimes found,

A little faerie of russet red,

Making her home amongst this bed.


As winter calls, with days now short,

A home to make and snuggle down,

All good creatures do what they ought,

To keep them warm, wear not a frown,

So be careful where 'ere you go,

Kicking up leaves for wind to blow.


For there within, maybe at rest,

An autumn faerie sleeping well,

Awoken thus, not at her best,

She may do stuff that I can't tell,

Perhaps avoiding dire pell mell,

Bade her "SORRY" and "FARE THEE WELL."