By Glenna Wallace Moles © 1983
Issue: November, 1983
The autumn leaves are tracing
Wild patterns in their flight,
Cascading, swirling in the wind,
Reluctant to alight.
The ground now crisply covered
In shades of red and gold,
Is like a splendid carpet,
Enchanting to behold.
This autumn beauty, soon to fade
Will feel cold winter’s sting
As all the trees now barren
Await the kiss of spring.