The Tearful Poem by Ari Alsio

Tearful September morning
day to start the winter of waiting,
you fix what you sow
indoors transferred to the noble cows
onions and carrots in the basement
Thank you to send to heaven.

Girl runs without a shirt
travel to the south of the birds
cold wind slashes on the skin
the summer heat autumn wins
is the time of flowers wither the ground
run out of birds chirp and sound.

However, winter is still a long way
autumnal air, I can say
but there are still some summer left
creator of the way this is the best
it also knows cold, turnip thief
section is very brief.