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, 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.


                                                                             
 Keith Garrett