Terry D. Sutherland

AUTUMN

On a cool October morning
When leaves are orange and bright
A mist and fog is forming
Hiding all from open sight

Just the shuffle of fallen leaves
Can be heard this early morn
A cold western breeze
Carries the scent of autumn born

What wondrous colors are fall
Brighter in the crisp autumn air
To hear autumn’s call
And the colors October wears

Soon orange will turn to brown
And be covered in winter’s white
But now autumn is nature’s crown
Shining in morning’s early light