Autumn's Here
The summer sun has lost its heat.
The autumn wind has cooled the earth.
Green trees shiver, their leaves turn brown.
The sky darkens and cries at times.
Dry riverbrds come back to life
White clouds of fog blanket the ground.
Sweaters and coats are worn again.
Outside, you miss the warmth of home.
People hurry along, their breath is mist.
Days are shorter; nights are long.
Fires burn high and embers slow.
Life still goes on; Summer is missed.
Eugene Grijalva
Nature's Beauty
How beautiful the woodlands are
As autumn days unfold,
When maple leaves have turned to red,
And poplars, brightest gold.
When stately firs and lofty pines
Are standing proud and green,
There is no beauty to compare
When nature paints a scene.
Hoew lovely just to wander down
A shaded, leafy trail,
To pause beside a little brook
Where colored leaf-boats sail...
To watch them gently drift along
To some seculded pool,
Where each one is reflected
In the water, clear and cool.
Though nature's beauty may surround us,
It's unseen by troubled eyes,
With the daily care of living,
Without thought, we pass it by...
But to those who are discerning,
Nature's beauties never ceasr,
And in its solitude they find
Quiet strength and sweetest peace.
Naomi Parks
The Harvest
Golden sheaves stand ripening
in the setting sun,
Bounty of a fruitful harvest,
A year's labor well spent.
From the tinest seeds to trees laden
with sweet promise
The earth gives forth her joy
In abundance.
September
The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curing in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges haunt their harvest,
In every meadow's nook;
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odore rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all those lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
Helen Hunt Jackson
Blaze Of Gold
Autumn is a whisper of cold rain,
Hushed frost
And the sharp edge of wind.
Yet in one moment
I am warmed by sudder fire...
With a flash of red! a blaze of gold!
The maple leaves
Have greeted fall.
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