Pull on your sweater
And snuggle inside
Surround the hearth
No place to hide
A bowl of broth
A soul to soothe
Summer's gone
Consequences removed
Though days seem short
And the nights are black
Nowhere to look
To stay on track
Wonderment sourced
The fall of leaves
Visions to feast
To bare the trees
Afternoon sunlight
Dips behind the hill
All is silent
All is still
The birds in roost
The air is chilled
Mother Nature
Adept and skilled
As she paints a scene
Described in poets hand
Floating foliage
To earth will land
Shimmering hues
Burnished amaranth
And rust
Dip and hover
Languishing on soft dust
As far as the eye
Then further still
Autumn's veneration
Ensures a true thrill
The course of natural beauty
The tranquility, the grace
Harvest of reason
Holds a special place
