Autumn
Autumn is here, Golden and brown, Its scarlet leaves twirl As they float softly down, And the crisp air sings, Of harvests and dreams, In this season of plenty, Where nature redeems.
- Amy Lowell
Autumn
Autumn is here, Golden and brown, Its scarlet leaves twirl As they float softly down, And the crisp air sings, Of harvests and dreams, In this season of plenty, Where nature redeems.