Autumn Song
The autumn leaves are drifting In a golden, crimson blaze; They dance upon the breezes, In the light of shorter days.
With every rustling whisper, Of leaves that twirl and fall, A symphony of nature Is played for one and all.
The trees stand clad in colors, Like flames ’gainst azure sky; In the golden hour of twilight, I watch the moments fly.
O let me glean from autumn’s heart, The wisdom of her glow; For in the soft surrender, I find the peace I know.
- Lizette Woodworth Reese