So what, if it’s cold?
Autumn’s gifts still bring a lift.
Gratitude’s in bloom.
Autumn holds its own.
This show is grand on lakes and land.
Catch it if you can.
Colors trimmed with gold.
Take your time, enjoy the view.
This day comes but once.
Branches paint the sky.
Gold, green, red, their tubes of choice,
Till snow bleaches all…