Fall has fallen in the fallow fells
Which is a parody of poetry
It lengthens out in inches and in ells
Ravaging the green of every tree
Until all red and yellow hang their leaves
And then hang not at all, save on the ground,
As if the woodsprite commonly believes
Only green dresses should be worn around
Their lovely branches, and all other wear
Is cruel, unusual, and fit for fools.
So comes the dreary fall with weary air
To turn those naked branches into fuels
And make all one. It shall be dark and cold
Soon fit enough to fit in winter's mold.