Autumn Winds
As yellow leaves in the breezes whirl, Through twilight shades where the shadows play; They dance with joy in a soothing swirl, As autumn sings to close the day.
The whispering winds on hills unfold, With tales of harvest, ripe and grand; While farmyards clutter with grains of gold, In fields where love and labor stand.
O sweet autumn, with your breath so soft, You linger low in the dusk’s embrace; And in your arms, we rise aloft, With dreams that twinkle in your grace.
- Wilfrid Wilson Gibson