Autumn Blushes

Majestic autumn welcome home, As summer yields to slumber, To flaunt your leafy vibrant hues, Of yellow, gold and umber. From whence do all your colours come, That paint your wondrous scenes, Do fairies brush from pots of gold, And daub the failing greens. An Ivy drapes across the wall, Some leaves have turned maroon, Did some warm droplets trickle from, That haunting blood red moon. The woodland dons an auburn dress, With flecks of brown and Dun, And shades of Amber stolen from, A falling evening sun. The days grow short, cool nights are long, As forests shed their leaves, Sharp sickles fall on ripened wheat, And lay it down in sheaves. The Squirrels start to gather food, Migrating birds are still, God's creatures all prepare their homes, For Winters icy chill. Behold the seasons russet hues, A joy for all to see, So cast an eye and celebrate, Such pure Autumnity.