Splashes of gold on a canvas of green
White powder atop a craggy peak,
Bright sunny skies, air crisp and clean,
A time of life for all to seek.
Rusty brown on a sea of gold,
Warm sunny days, nights crisp and cool,
A valley of color to lift the soul,
Autumn days have taken rule.
Falling leaves and gusting wind,
Announce these days are sure to end.
Soon will come that dreadful freeze,
When all that’s left is snow and wind.
Dancing leaves walk hand in hand,
Weaving, bobbing as they go,
Searching for a safe place to land,
Before they’re covered deep with snow. &