Autumn Is Here!

Golden and red trees nod to the soft breeze
As it whispers "winter is near"'
And the brown nuts fall at the wind's loud call
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours you have filled our hearts with cheer.
We shall miss you so, and yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold as the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
brave robin redbreast has gone from his nest,
for this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray at the close of day,
that the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow as the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.
A Fall Song by Ellen Robena Field
Welcome, Autumn!