comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon

summer is still hanging around...
i see green leaves, i wish them brown;
they hang from trees, i wish them down.
though we approach autumnal eves
i see green leaves, they hang from trees.

it's time persephone was gone!
as days grow short, they're still too long;
i would cavort to autumn's song.
"to sleep!" i would the earth exhort;
as days grow short i would cavort.