Come scarlet, come gold, come orange, come umber
Ablaze are the trees before winter’s slumber
Come brusque, wholesome winds clear, crisp and refreshing
Donned is the earth in Fall’s luminous dressing
Come leaves underfoot, crunch, rustle and crackle
Busy are the squirrels, goldfinches and grackle
Come apples, come cider, come pumpkins and gourds
Aloft are our spirits as we look inward towards
Family, and friends, hearth, harvest and love
Autumn’s a gift from the heaven’s above.
– Kim Sweeney