A Song Of The Autumn

Scarlet and gold and crimson, Their banners flung to the breeze, Like monarchs' brilliant vesture The ranks of the maple trees.

Golden and brown and russet The oaks in their Autumn dress; Soldiers in ranks deploying, To the front they onward press.

Pale in their coats of yellow, Tinged and with orange flecked, The chestnuts on the hillside, As with royalty bedecked.

Scarlet and gold and crimson, And golden and russet brown; Pale with a sun-kissed yellow Are the leaves now fluttering down.

Garb of the season's bringing, Majestic it decks the hills, And Autumn's lavish splendor The soul with its beauty fills.