Lovliest Season of the Year!

Jack Frost paints a portrait of beauty
With colors so vivid and bright;
It's framed with a purple misty haze
And draped in a frosty night.

Big, fat, bright orange pumpkins
Nestle snugly among shocks of corn;
Leaves flutter silently earthward;
Ice sparkles like glass in the dawn.

The nuts drop softly upon the ground,
Leaves fall and hide them there;
Squirrels work away industriously,
Their winter store to prepare.

A pale harvest moon sails serenely
Across a star-studded sky,
And smiles on a world full of color
Since Jack Frost has just passed by.

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.