Autumn Song

I made a ring of leaves on the autumn grass: I was a fairy queen all day. Inside the ring, the wind wore sandals not to make a noise of going. The caterpillars, like little snow men, had wound themselves in their winter coats. The hands of the trees were bare and their fingers fluttered. I was a queen of yellow leaves and brown, and the redness of my fairy ring kept me warm. For the wind blew near, though he made no noise of going, and I hadn't a close-made wrap like the caterpillars. Even a queen of fairies can be cold when summer has forgotten and gone! keep me warm, red leaves; Don't let the frost tiptoe into my ring on the magic grass!