I don’t know how it is in your neck of the woods but where I am here in New York it seems as if old man Winter has hijacked Autumn this year. One moment we were in the eighties and seventies looking forward to the mild sixties, instead temperatures have plummeted to the forties and fifties.
Old man Winter I know you love us, a little too much perhaps . But since you are going to be around for a long time could you please give our dear friend Autumn a chance.
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Summer has come and gone
Autumn is here but it will not linger.
The trees are changing colors,
Soon they will be bare of leaves.
A chilly wind is blowing
Winter is on its way.
With early autumn come the days
I love the best of all,
When the sunlight gilds the landscape with
The mellow light of Fall.
October’s trees don leaves of gold,
Bright red and amber too;
No treasure chest could boast
Jewels of so rare a hue.
The harvest has been gathered in,
Vineyards their riches yield;
In little, sheltered garden, one
Last rose may be reveled.
I love to see the roadside stands
That offer up their treats…
Pumpkins and juicy apples, grapes,
And cider, sharp and sweet.
With Autumn comes Thanksgiving,
That special time when we,
In church and home gather to join
With friends and family,
To thank God for the blessings He
So graciously bestows:
May we never take for granted
The freedoms that we know.
Author Marva Seaton 