IN THE AIR,
COMES A CHILL
The Summer heat comes to Its end, August and September gone,
Autumn born again, Into the Winter It makes Its way day by day.
Earlier the shadows’ can be seen on the face of the mountains’,
From a distance how cold, oh! so very cold, they appear up high.
The days’ light disappears’ earlier as the nights’ grow long,
A breeze across the sky tells us, In the air comes a chill.