Rejoicing in Autumn

As the last blooms of the summer

Are tickled by the final bees
And the leaves drop from the branches
Of the soon hibernating trees,
I sit here waxing nostalgic
For the summer’s long lost days
When such an abundant harvest
Ought to inspire me to praise.
 
So let me lift my voice in singing,
Rejoicing in the cooling world,
And thank you, Lord, for the autumn
With all its majesty unfurled!