Autumn is strutting our way once more;
Trees are wearing shawls of red and gold.
There's a purple tint above distant hills;
Such beauty enriches the heart and soul.
Fall flowers are blown aslant by the wind;
Chrysanthemums are a delight to the eyes.
Jack Frost will soon show his pixie face
Beneath the glorious blue of October skies.
The forests are with brilliance massed;
Oaks are dropping their acorns with pride.
The squirrels gather them and swiftly run,
Scurrying up the trees to hide them inside.
God sends us beauty that is unparalleled
When Autumn's colors arrive on the scene.
Beneath the glorious blue of October skies
Is treasure beyond the riches of kings!
~ Barbara Cagle Ray
Trees are wearing shawls of red and gold.
There's a purple tint above distant hills;
Such beauty enriches the heart and soul.
Fall flowers are blown aslant by the wind;
Chrysanthemums are a delight to the eyes.
Jack Frost will soon show his pixie face
Beneath the glorious blue of October skies.
The forests are with brilliance massed;
Oaks are dropping their acorns with pride.
The squirrels gather them and swiftly run,
Scurrying up the trees to hide them inside.
God sends us beauty that is unparalleled
When Autumn's colors arrive on the scene.
Beneath the glorious blue of October skies
Is treasure beyond the riches of kings!
~ Barbara Cagle Ray
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