~~The Change of Seasons~~

The air turns cool, the leaves turn brown,
A change is taking place,
And everywhere the signs appear
Of Fall's approaching face.

The birds begin their southward flight
That takes them far away,
And in their plaintive song and cry
A fond good-bye they say.

A season dies, a new one's born
Like night gives way to day.
Such is the wondrous work of God
In His own chosen way.

by ~~ Harold F. Mohn ~
~~September~~

The goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
It's hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
and autumn's best of cheer.
By

~~Helen Hunt Jackson~~

~~Theme in Yellow~~

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;

I am a jack-o'-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.
By
~~Carl Sandburg~~

The Midi playing is
~Colors Of Fall~
used with permission by
Bruce DeBoer