The Grandeur of Autumn
There's a chill in the air and the aroma of burning leaves abounds.
The bugling of lovelorn elk is one of autumn's quainter sounds.
Trees that provided summer shade with jade-hued leaves, now shed,
Have assumed beautiful robes of yellow, gold and ravishing red!
Sprightly squirrels scurry about secreting nuts for their winters' fare.
Hoot owls silhouetted by the Harvest Moon roost on limbs, now bare.
Magnificent flocks of geese glide overhead in perfect V-formations,
Mysteriously guided by The Master Navigator to southerly locations!
The first snow of autumn graces the crown of majestic Pikes Peak,
Also, decorating spruce with garlands of snow making vistas less bleak.
Colorful chrysanthemums grace the landscape providing cheerier days;
Frost ices golden pumpkins, but vanishes when kissed by Sol's rays!
The harvest is reaped for another year, now farmers can take their ease.
Ghosts and goblins rap on doors with menacing trick-or-treat pleas.
O'er all of this the Harvest Moon shares its eternal mellow glow,
As we mere mortals treasure the grandeur of Autumn here below!
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