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In Praise of Autumn
What can we say of Autumn
That hasn’t long been said,
When oaks put on their lovely cloaks
In varied shades of red…
And maples, not to be surpassed,
Don orange and yellow crowns,
While sassafras and cottonwoods
Wear multi-colored gowns…
The harvest lies by roadways,
Bins overflow with yields,
From far-flung farmyard acres
Amid the burnished fields…
Yes, all’s been said of Autumn,
Yet it ever gives a yen
To poetic hearts to scamper
For paper and for pen !
By Virginia Borman Grimmer