Autumn has tinged gold the sycamore leaves
And turned crimson the sumac's soul
Sweet gum's burgundy five-pointed star pleases
Red the shade of maple's tri-fold
Fall decorates the hardwood forest
A reprieve before stripped bare in the cold
When no longer songs from spring's chorist
And crickets' love a thing now untold
Categories:
chorist, autumn,
Form: Rhyme