~~ Autumn is a second Spring...
When every leaf is a Flower~~
~~SUMMER TIME IS GONE MY FRIENDS.~
Summer time is gone my friends
It slowly comes but quickly ends.
It's been replaced by time called Autumn.
Nature changes hues from top to bottom
Green gives way to red and gold.
A lovely vision to behold.
Whirling leaves go blowing by
Carrying smells of pumpkin pie.
The air turns crisp the sky fades grey.
Indian corn and bales of hay.
Overcoats and apple cider.
No more evenings on the glider.
The harvest moon so orange and round
Holidays will soon abound.
Chrysanthemum petals start to unfold
A lovely vision to behold.
~~Author Unknown.~~
The Autumn of Life
What a wonderful time in life's autumn,
when the leaves of trees are all gold,
When God fills each day as He sends it
with memories, priceless and old.
What a treasure-house filled with rare jewels
are the the blessings of year upon year,
When life has been lived as you've lived it
in a home where God's presence is near...
May the deep meaning surrounding this day,
like the paintbrush of God up above,
Touch your life with wonderful blessings
and fill your heart brimful with His love.
~~Helen Steiner Rice ~~
~Besides the Autumn Poets Sing~
Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of haze.
A few incisive mornings,
A few ascetic eyes,
Gone Mr. Bryant's golden-rod,
And Mr. Thomson's sheaves.
Still is the bustle in the brook,
Sealed are the spicy valves;
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The eyes of many elves.
Perhaps a squirrel may remain,
My sentiments to share,
Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind,
Thy windy will to bear!
~Emily Dickinson~
~1830-1886~
Autumn
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
Emily Dickinson
Autumn Fires
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
~by Robert Louis Stevenson ~~
~~THE COLORS OF FALL~~
Filling the sky with crimson and gold,
Leaves scatter without a sound.
Carelessly dancing in the crisp autumn air,
they gently cascade to the ground.
Covering the earth like a warm blanket,
of brilliant color and beauty,
the changing of the season beckons
for all the world to see.
~~Author Unknown.~~
The Midi playing is
~Colors of the Wind~
from the movie"Poccahontis"
composed by Alan Menken
and I found it at;
The Very Best Midis
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