Year ending

And now the Summer’s dying,
I feel I’m dying too,
I’m finding life quite trying,
I don’t know what to do,
The garden’s mostly over,
The Autumn rain is cold,
The lawn more moss and clover,
It makes me feel so old,
I hope to see the Spring come,
Through Winters’ hard ordeal,
Each Autumn stops the Bees hum,
So long with no flower meal,
But Christmas helps my spirit,
With joy for the Christ child,
The New Year comes with merit,
In hopes of weather mild.