Autumn by Florence Hoatson
Yellow the bracken,
Golden the sheaves,
Rosy the apples,
Crimson the leaves;
Mist on the hillside,
Clouds grey and white.
Autumn, good morning!
Summer, good night!
I wish I would of posted this on the first day of autumn. It would have been more fitting.
But I have a book of poems, & I thought it would be nice to post an autumn poem frequently. And a picture. This is a sweet time.
