Autumn's hand is seen when trees
Begin to blush at summer's end;
We sense her touch in every breeze,
As soothing, cooling nights portend
Her brief return when colors blend.
She stalls the days of winter's freeze
When all the trees are set ablaze
And all their leaves are dressed to please.
It is the gown that she displays
To all who love autumnal days.
Cerise and crimson leaves can please
The pleading eyes of all who yearn
For wondrous autumn days like these—
To muse, to love, and also to learn.
But short—too short—is her return.