Autumn
When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
Charlotte L. Riser
When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
Charlotte L. Riser
Indian Summer
Nothing can steal your heart away
Quicker than Indian Summer days,
When the sun is warm and the shadows are cool,
The lake water stands like a bright blue pool.
The warm sand begs you to bare your feet
The balmy air is meadow-sweet,
Leaves are falling from colorful trees,
And nature has moved in, merely to tease...
She comes with her warm days, just to betray...
For winter is only a breath away!
~Sallie Hinds~
Autumn Storehouse
I'd like to take October days
And store them in my mind,
To warm me during Winter's reign
When nature proves unkind.
Then I remember sunshine,
The Autumn rich with gold,
And tawny fields a-flower
With wonders quite untold.
My thoughts will ease the moments
When in reverie I dwell,
And linger for the present
In some bright majestic dell.
And store them in my mind,
To warm me during Winter's reign
When nature proves unkind.
Then I remember sunshine,
The Autumn rich with gold,
And tawny fields a-flower
With wonders quite untold.
My thoughts will ease the moments
When in reverie I dwell,
And linger for the present
In some bright majestic dell.
~Virginia Borman Grimmer~
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