The brilliant colors of Autumn are all around.
Mother Nature’s fall angel paints our town.
She is the artist and our earth is her canvas.
At painting brilliant colors she’s no novice.
She is painting the leaves orange and brown.
From the tree branches they are falling down.
The countryside looks like a Monet painting.
My eyes are in awe while her spirit is reigning.
Farmers are now harvesting the golden fields,
This year they will have a most bountiful yield.
Children will soon be going to the pumpkin patch,
Carving jack-o-lanterns from this year‘s batch.
The wild turkeys are painted a colorful plume,
The threat of Thanksgiving dinner over them looms.
The family will be gathering at grandma’s house,
Where our holiday spirit will surely be aroused.
But soon the brilliant colors of Autumn will give way,
To white winter snows and romantic rides in sleighs.
Mother Nature’s fall angel shall then go to sleep,
While the winter angel’s artistry the earth does sweep.
