Autumn Leaves
The leaves in their glory, Like flames in the air, They dance to the ground, In a wild autumn fair.
With a rustle and whisper, They tell of the skies, Of the soft fading sunlight Where the old raven flies.
- Louise McNeill
Autumn Leaves
The leaves in their glory, Like flames in the air, They dance to the ground, In a wild autumn fair.
With a rustle and whisper, They tell of the skies, Of the soft fading sunlight Where the old raven flies.