Golden Glory

Autumn is the time of year

Spectrum colors do appear

Wind hurling leaves around

Red, purple, gold surround

Natures ready for her rest

Pretty birds fly southwest

Squirrels scamper here and there

Autumns change they’re quite aware

Our days are filled with clouds

At the pool no more crowds

It rains and dampens the earth

And stores until spring’s rebirth

Autumn has a chill in the air

Warmer clothing we will wear

Frothy wet dew upon the grass

Just then a deer did pass

So early in the morning

Her new fawn she was guarding

It’s surprising what you’ll see

Just take a walk and you’ll agree

That each new season has a view

All have worth and true value

© Joyce Ann Geyer

October 21, 2004

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