"When the trees their summer splendor
change to raiment red and gold,
when the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
when the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is Autumn
Loveliest season of the year".
Carol L. Riser.

But I thought not once of Winter
or Summer that was past
Till I saw that slant-legged Robin
With Autumn on his chest.
Andrew Young.
Out at the edge of town
where black trees

Crack their fingers
in the icy wind

and hedges freeze
on their shadows

and the breath of cattle
still as boulders,

hang in rags
under the rolling moon...
Kit Wright.