Fall

The beauty of life shines about
Leaves flutter, twigs in wind bout, 
Nature does joyfully in cool breeze shout!
Fields of grain are being felled, 
Air is crystal clear,
The land is remembering the flakes of ice from the sky
When winter it held.
But though the air is crisp and brisk,
The blanket has yet to be upon us, 
We still have three weeks of cheeks with rosy glow
Without snow.
The season is fall,
In the sky is the bright,
Fast softening, smudging celestial ball,
Spreading its light like a careless painter, 
Tinting clouds dark with light.
It is a season of leaves changing and dropping,
Flickering in the light and out,
Glistening on a field of green in the morning dew, 
They cover the ground, in the morning sopping,
Wet from the dew, droplets magnifying their dry veins.