Autumn has come boldly now;
her icy cold rains warn of snow.
Brillina colors, flame-inspired,
paint forest edges near barbed wire.
Driven flocks of geese press on
toward southern goals so far beyond
with thrusting wings and echoed cries.
The air churns with their loud goodbyes!
Tall tree trunks dark with autumn rain
stand stark against orange leaves of flame.
The woods appearing thin and bare
will soon a fluffy snow-coat wear.
Bright autumn trees have turned to brown
Like loose confetti leaves drift down
and frosted country fields lie bare.
A fragile crispness bites the air.
The paler sun breaks through the haze.
These are the last of autumn days.