Gathering birds
Cluster in trees.
Softly fall
The golden leaves.
Sweet is the smell
Of Autumn rains.
Though the sun shines,
Some fog remains.

Ever so subtly
Autumn lulls
The earth to sleep
As winter comes.
Then as the season
Passes away,
Autumn changes
Into a brillant display.

A grandure of nature
That can not be tamed.
Autumn fills the landscape
With colors of flame,
Blazing and burning
Against a pale blue sky.
One last hurrah
For a final good bye.

L.S.B.