THE RAINBOWS OF AUTUMN
Autumn leaves cling high in the tree tops
As acorns drop to the bottom.
Summer�s hot days have long since gone
Replaced by the coolness of Autumn.
The roses and mums are still in bloom
For the nights are brisk without frost.
Halloween is just around the corner
With the brilliance of Autumn soon lost.
Dead leaves create the rainbows of Autumn
Red, yellow, orange, purple and brown.
Soon winter shall blanket nature in white
As the seeds of summer lie dormant in the ground.
Wild geese call as they fly in formation
Across the star filled skies of night.
The moon seems larger and has more color
Reflecting with wonder its light.
Autumn for most, is their favorite time of year
Till winter passes and it�s spring once more.
A time of harvest and transformation
As the light of day is shorter than before.
How many Autumns have come and gone
Only God could tell the story.
How many Autumns have we left to enjoy
With their fulfillment, radiance and glory.
THE WINDS OF AUTUMN
As cold autumn winds strip the trees,
Melancholy days have arrived.
Most flowers, already are frosted brown,
Though mums are the last to survive.
There's lots of fog on the windows,
As the shorter days lose their light.
The year has changed into its wine,
When our days are shadowed by night.
Flowers, butterflies, trees and bees
Have all gone dormant 'till the spring.
Dead leaves rustle as children play,
In the absence of birds that sing.
Winter to spring, spring to summer,
It's time for those fall symphonies.
The leaves all plummet to the ground,
As the wind plays tunes with the trees.
By Tom Zart
