See the leaves of red and gold
Tumbling to the ground
Hear the scampering of a squirrel
Hiding a nut he found
Listen to the chirping of the birds
As toward the south they fly
Watch the farmers clear the fields
And shock the fodder to dry
Smell the aroma from the kitchen
As vegetables and fruits are cooking
Being readied for the freezer
And tasting when no one's looking
Listen to the rustle of the stream
As it flows to who-knows-where
See the reflections crystal clear
Of Mother Nature's love affair
Feel the days so gentle and warm
Shudder when the nights are cool
Rake the leaves and trim the roses
Put the cover on the pool
Fill the wood box to the hilt
To warm us when winter's nigh
Clean the chimney; sweep the hearth
We'll surely need it by and by
Days are shorter; nights are long
Soon the holidays will dawn
Time will pass; the Earth will turn
Another autumn will be gone
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
October 14, 2008
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