autumn – Our Roses Were Yellow

Finding Fall

To find the colors of fall you don’t have to look far, They are all around wherever you are.

The Hickory with colors of golden bronze, across the lake the breeze it’s leaves calms.

The Birch with the color of bright yellow, calling after me as if to say be my fellow.

The dogwood with leaves of purple red, as if it says words left unsaid.

The poplar with leaves of golden yellow, standing out as it screams hello.

The Tupelo with colors of red, soon its leaves will be dead.

The mighty oak its leaves golden Brown, it’s nuts the squirrels take down.

The sugar Maple with the color of Orange red, soon its leaves it will shed.

The ash colorful and its purple,yellow and red, sorry Birch I choose the ash instead.

Cool nights sitting by the fire, of this life I will never tire.

Watch the colors change when you can, this beauty provided to us by the Man.

The flag blows as to say, “Look at me!”. The ever changing colors of the trees.

Chimes hang from the gutters with care, the tunes they are quite rare.

The brass bell swaying just a bit, awaiting my departure in the trees the birds sit.

The sky a vibrant blue, fluffy clouds stare back at you.

Mums, gourds, pumpkins and spice, all that makes everything nice.

Today a day for the books, a fall day as beautiful as it looks.

Jill L. Ware

The oak stands tall and proud, the wind caressing her leaves.

She shades us from the afternoon sun, there are more, she is my favorite one.

She sees all that happens and watches with care, the view must me great from up there.

One a quiet day if you listen closely “I see you!” You can hear her say.

I whisper in return ” I see you too!”.