In the season of Fall
Mother Nature gave a Ball
Invited all the trees
That swayed gently in Summer’s breeze
The Oaks dressed in golden yellow
The Aspens wore orange mellow
The Maples wouldn’t be out done
So they came arrayed in crimson
The Autumn Wind played the tune
As they frolicked under the Harvest Moon
Until Jack Frost said it must end soon.
In glorious splendor they did dance
Sadly November was their last chance
One final brilliant display
Before the Winter snows lay.
Nancy Chambers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-ball/
