Autumn

Autumn is majestic, crowned with red-gold,

Raising the song of harvest

Autumn is the glory of the humble farmer, doing his work

And feeding a nation

Autumn is the smell of a walk in the woods, and of

A roaring fire on a chilly evening

Autumn is the leaves, red and yellow and orange

Falling softly to the pavement

Autumn is energy, a fiery spirit,

Turned wild and loose upon the world

Autumn is warmth, togetherness,

And autumn is family