The Magic of Autumn

Listen as the autumn rains fall Caressing softly the fallen leaves Sounds of cold in winds now call Harvests stand in shocks of sheaves Rising breeze stirs leafs of red Was once the pallet of spring Lay softly there in winter’s bed Painted from natures things Magic of autumn makes pearls of dew The sun gets tired and shadows grow Colors change from what we knew From vivant greens to whites of snow Softly there a blanket white Adorns the summer’s pride Sleep there in winter’s night There till spring they hide