Autumn’s final blush.
Gentle pink, sweet reds I think.
Dancing at my feet.
Autumn’s lost her dress.
Stunning still, this late fall thrill.
Nature’s purest form.
Simple needs are best.
Home, food, dear friends set the mood.
Nature brings us gold.
Autumn’s royal jewels.
Sapphire blues laced pearly white.
Nature’s finest gift.
Sit with me a while.
See leaves fall, I watch them all.
Winter’s just beyond.
Frame this autumn joy.
A sight so bright. Too soon it’s white.
Paint your world in gold.
If I could just sit.
I’d squirrel away leaves that fall.
Bury them like gold.