Scarlet leaves, a peach-red sky,
Summer breeze whispers goodbye.
Cooler evenings, shorter days,
No more lazy summer ways.
Orange pumpkins, yellow corn,
Hills, like sheep, now bare and shorn.
Apples crisp as cold night air,
Signs of autumn everywhere.
Honking geese fly be in vees,
Brown leaves flutter from the trees.
Huge and ivory harvest moon,
Rainy days will be here soon.
Wondrous autumn, changling child,
Stormy now, then soft and mild.
What magic moments we may find
When we leave tranquil days behind.
Beyond the tangerine-hued dawn,
Autumn's bounty marches on.
Cheryl Gordon
Beautiful!
ReplyDelete