Cousins Summer's gone come chill October days We will stroll through russet trees Through the fallen leaves of oak and sycamore That carpet earth through harsh December freeze. Fireworks and children with eyes that sparkle bright In November's Guy Fawkes flames Parents thinking of their forgotten years As they join in with their children's games. December brings nostalgic Santa Claus Toys and shining Christmas trees Families huddled round their open fires As they wait for winter's grip to ease. Seaside piers, iron girders gaunt and still Gone the crowds of yesterday Icy fingers in the sea at night Sad and empty tears the first of May.