Autumn's glory visits us once more.
Frost covers the ground.
Chilly breezes blow.
Colors of her glory show.
Leaves blow round and round.
Her crown of frost,
Signals for the lowering of the sap.
The mountains burst forth in flaming beauty.
The colors of her gown ,Red,orange,yellow and brown.
Her hand is as a magic wand,
Waved to cool summers day.
No artist or poet could ever tell,
The beauty of this season's gown.
Slowly her coat of many colors,
Must fade to brown and Gray.
Winter's winds will open the gates.
She will escape.