When the dew falls in the cornfields Author
And the mist lies in the vales
Like a wrinkled sheet at bedtime;
And the calm of fall prevails
In the countryside so fruitful,
Trees bend low with heavy load,
And the harvest moon comes looming
Up beyond the tree-lined road;
When the maple leaves' first color
Gives preview of what's to come,
And the rabbits meet to frolic
In the land of rabbit-dom,
Then I catch my breath for wonder
At the wonder of it all.
For I know deep down inside me,
That there is no time like fall.
Luman Wesley Colton
Trees are standing straight and tall, Meadows, hills, and gardens too Such delight in all we see Author
Dressed in finery for fall.
Maples wear their scarlet gowns;
Aspens don gold-glimmered crowns.
Sparkle with October's hue.
Lavish yellow ripened days
Are rich with harvest-time displays.
In glad Autumn's pageantry,
As her wonders we behold,
Autumn smiles in red and gold.
Beverly J. Anderson
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