October Interlude

 

Oh, the colors of October
Are coming into town;
Wild geese are winging southward,
The leaves are tumbling down.
Oh, the woodlands are al glowing
When Autumn comes to call;
Fall's handiwork is showing
In sunset's fiery ball.
Oh, the fields are full of pumpkins,
The skies are brilliant blue;
The hills are like a wonderland
Of red and golden hue.
Oh, the colors of October
Display a multitude
Of flaming, floating brilliancy
For Autumn's interlude.

~ Nora M. Bozeman