Thursday, November 1, 2007

Autumn


When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
~Charlotte L. Riser~

2 comments:

Kimberlee said...

Somebody needs to post again!!!

Renee Christine Campbell said...

oooo I love that poem!! Where'd you find it?