Autumn

Autumn Days

By Midiera Silverton

When the wheat is flushing amber in the sun lights beaming rays,

And when corn is peeking out from behind its browning frays

And when the cows, and goats, and horses are needing fresh, dry hay

It is time for festival, crispy autumn days

The air is turning harsh and chilly, and frost is being laid,

And in their splendor the coloring of the leaves is displayed,

Turning from their summery, bright glory of emerald jade,

Changing from their green to red arrayed.

The harvest is being gathered and full is the larder

With fizz, and wine, and cordial bubbling in their cellar

Grain and corn are being cut acre by rustling, rippling acre

and there’s fresh butter in the churner.

The chigger covered men have been out hard working,

There’s a warm, crackling blaze for them waiting,

Inside the lighted home, clean and warming,

Thick hot cider too, hot and gurgling.

So why not have a little festival autumn cheer,

Before the first wintery snowflakes appear,

Before all the oak and aspens colors disappear,

Before the ice comes down clear.

Before all the fiery reds, and blazing oranges go away

Let us have the colorful autumn days.