OLD Winter's hobbling down the road, Dame Autumn's cloak looks frosty grey With a furry edge. We deemed it berry red in the ray The sun vouchsafed the dying day E'en now through the gap in the hedge. @3Chorus@1 Spring's gone, Summer's past, Autumn will never, never catch them, But Winter hobbles along so fast You'd almost think he'd match them. Old Winter carries a heavy load, Sticks and stakes to your heart's desire, But as for me, I'll not tramp in the Autumn mire, But sit and blink at the merry fire And hark to the kettle's minstrelsy. @3Chorus@1 Spring's gone, Summer's past, Autumn was mellow, mellow yellow, But for all old Winter's hollow blast He's not such a bad old fellow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DELICACIES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN ON THE SLAIN AT CHICKAMAUGA by HERMAN MELVILLE THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF ONE PERSON: 16 by ELINOR WYLIE THE IVORY CRADLE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |