THE CARNIVAL WAS OVER.
 
Summer had slipped away,
For the Swallows  had gathered,
And Flown,
Home,
Home on the Wing,
Leaving empty Skies,
In the lowering light that was Autumn,
 
For the colours  were all of a Blaze then,
Tasting,
Tasting the disappearance  of the fading
                                  Year,
 
Of Autumns  Hedge row Harvest,
Of Berries Red,
And Berries Black,
As your Win falls drop,
One to another,
So do the Leaves collect,
And are blown,
Scattering,
Though grounded now,
To tell of Pumpkin Pie,
Whilst speaking of Spooks!
 
The Carousel Rotated,
Still,
Haunting the Music played,
On,
And on
Rider less,
Over our Water,
Our Water,
Just as the Red Nose Man,
Waved his sad Adieu’s, sad Adieu’s.