Autumn
Perhaps the autumn sun Is harder and less sweet Than summer’s golden rays, Yet it bathes the land in hues Of fire and turning leaves, Stirring the heart with whispers Of change and beauty still.
- Amy Lowell
Autumn
Perhaps the autumn sun Is harder and less sweet Than summer’s golden rays, Yet it bathes the land in hues Of fire and turning leaves, Stirring the heart with whispers Of change and beauty still.