Autumn's Gold

Wild geese chase dramatic skies 

Of orange and blue clouds drifting by, 

As softened sun casts gentle glow 

On amber-colored earth below. 

They herald change of mood and land 

From carpet green to brown and tan. 

The dusky smell of mulching ground 

Grants fragrance where no flowers are found. 

Amid the sound of skittering leaves 

Tripping and turning on chilly breeze, 

The trees show introspective ways 

And lose their leaves for harsher days. 

Their cycle done, their task complete, 

They may now rest in silent sleep. 

Withdrawing inward, life is saved, 

While on the outside bright displays 

Of crowded colors of fiery blaze 

Melt in moonlight's harvest haze. 

Crispy cold are nights and days 

That take the breath away. 

Other seasons fail to show 

God's glory in such earthly tones, 

And heaven's lanes are lined, we're told, 

With rarest gems and autumn's gold.

~ Sheila Gagen