The dancing trees cast off their dress of green
Changing in the Autumn's early glow
To don assorted shades of gold and brown
One joyous revel left before the snow.
Swaying in the sun-warmed winds of fall,
Scattering their scarves upon the ground,
The music of the seasons fills their veins,
They sing, tho' we may never hear a sound.
To pale, blue washed watercolour sky
Burnt Sienna lends its warming shade
Defiant Summer with its final breath
Warms the sunlight on the field and glade
And on the laden briar in crimson bold
The cranberry that promises delight
In hues of red and orange, rosehips blush
As autumn's palette offers colours bright.
The harvest done, its time to rest at last
The North Wind gathers drifting seeds to sow
And trees now sing of dreaming sleep ahead
While in the fields, the lengthening shadows grow.