Autumn Glory

In the richness of orange and yellow,
In the wake of lazy, hazy, sleepy sun;
Autumn is the time for marsh mellow,
And songs alive with Halloween fun.

As trees shed their green-brown leaves,
As they stand in carpets of crisp crackle;
The children play beneath dewy eaves,
Sharing lawn with squirrel and grackle.

The earth gets ready for rake and pan,
While adding to yesterday's leaf fall;
Back-to-school fervor fills open span,
As chipmunks leap over fence 'n wall.

From showers to autumn, frost to spring,
Thereon from the sultry summer shroud;
The showers return to a-fluttering wing,
Amidst the glorious autumn, fluffy cloud.

Autumn heralds the rise of new tide,
It is steeped with crispness of heart;
Transition time, with nothing to hide,
And a time to make rejuvenated start.

Reflect the chance and promise of life,
With every new sunrise 'n moonlit hour;
Walk in love-soaked soul from all strife,
You inheritor of his might and power.