Mark R Slaughter - Pirouetting Autumn lyrics

The tree blushed - a rude blast of air Betrayed a shapely bough. My saddened heart aware That Nature's clock was chiming, I froze upon the twelfth Clanging tone, caught alone, Staring at a creaking door - Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn, Pirouetting in her leaves, While agitated summer creatures Backed away resignedly, Sighing in protracted breves. I turned; gave company; We stood together, watching Summer slowly blow away.