What a change this season brings

From greens and blues 

to orange hues

And brown and gold and yellow too

The leaves they fall and fly and glide

They rest in piles where critters hide

And some hold longer to their trees

Rustling in the autumn breeze

That last hold on to summer past

And long and bright these colours last

For winters days are dark and cold

Winters trees are brown and bare

Linger autumn,  linger long 

So I can hear your golden song