Autumn

How beautiful the leaves are,
What wonderful hues;
Wait till the frost comes
To give us the blues.
It nips our fingers,
Freezes our toes,
Then Winter comes
And we are glad when it goes.
But Autumn; Dear Autumn;
Scattering carpets of leaves,
To rustle and flutter in the waves of the breeze.
It’s a treat to be out in the lanes in the eves,
To see the sunset amidst the trees.