Wednesday, October 18, 2017

AUTUMN'S GOLD





Gone are the warm days
And autumn now comes,
The air turns crisp as
The summers day is done.

'Tis the songs of birds,
Like prayers on angels' wings,
The bluest skies
That I am remembering.

The land now aflush
With autumn gold,
Hail October that
Doth now unfold.

The woodlands, hills, and dales
Doth boast thy comeliness,
And surround thy guests
In autumn's shades of loveliness.

by Alexia Stevens, C 2017 all rights reserved

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