Elsie's Notes from New England - THEMission edition

First frost awakes a nesting urge To cast aside the summer’s leisure, Lay in storage all life’s pleasure Readying for winter’s dirge With mindset fixed so foolish, firm I miss the fiery hands that tease My mind, so resolute, to ease And memory store, against the term When winter’s chill tempts to forget That there exists but ice and gray Oh, to recall that crisp bouquet! Instead, awaiting spring’s coquette. November comes and spirit grieves For opportunity expired To warm my soul by tree-bough fire Recalling autumn leaves.