Shades of different hues
Hang across a county road
Green is turning to red
As we hear Autumn’s tread
The light of Summer is gone
Replaced by a softer glow
Birds are leaving our lawn
But how we welcome an Autumn dawn.
Poetry

Shades of different hues
Hang across a county road
Green is turning to red
As we hear Autumn’s tread
The light of Summer is gone
Replaced by a softer glow
Birds are leaving our lawn
But how we welcome an Autumn dawn.