Golden Shades Of Autumn

After summer waves goodbye,

Leaving with a gentle sigh,

Long before an icy chill

Brings snowflakes on our window-sill,

Autumn, with her golden crown, Enters in a russet gown,

And gently, with a warming breeze, Strokes her fingers through the trees;

Throwing down without a sound

Jewelled leaves upon the ground,

Such fiery, warming, glorious hues

To ward off thoughts of winter blues.

Linda Brown.