Who tinged the autumn fields enframed
‘Tween walls of ashen stone
Embowered by flush ivy skeins
Of red and dusty rose?
Who daubed the stately forest and
Illumined hardwood trees
With strokes of dazzling yellow orange
To crown a masterpiece?
Who toned the millpond’s rippling face
With blends of fallen leaves?
A palette mixed in readiness
To primp the fall motif.
For autumn is a season rife
With colorful milieus
So skillfully attended by
A painter passing through.
~ Lon Myruski
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