Autumn Skies

Feel their ought to be a well known poem about Autumn Skies? Perhaps someone knows of one? Wordsworth perhaps?

All I know is I feel my life is a parody of the Autumn Sky tonight.

The summer gone, an air of uncertainty, will the sun shine or will the gloomy clouds release their load, whatever, an intriguing brightness is casting a glow on the ground ahead of me.

Let's hope it's not a parody of the truth.