Did you hear September weep?

She was raining tears in a river

And all I could do was watch

As the weeks consoled her to no end

But with a cold and windy day

The sadness gave way to sorrow

And flushed her summer hues away

To red and orange fire

With petty yellow beaches

In the juniper brush

I am the willful hand of October

You’ve robbed my coffers for your own

Made my September cry

Feast over my cold ground

Bore in the cornucopia of my plenty

You’ve indulged yourselves

Now I call upon you to return my stores

And restore our youth and I will rejuvenate you.