Trees arrayed in gowns all bright,
Geese that honk in southern flight,
Nippy nights and brisk fall days - Earth with beauty is ablaze. Farmers gather in their yields
Children play in leaves fresh raked,
Begging fall's last apples baked.
Earth is fired with gold and red,
Though she soon will be put to bed.
God gives vivid promise true - Spring will see earth born anew.
by: Louise Pugh Corder