When leaves are dyed bright red and gold,
the trees in field and valley hold
a blazing torch to autumn skies.
Winter waits and summer dies,
but autumn sets the world on fire—
rustling leaves the season’s choir.
Mary Engleberg
When leaves are dyed bright red and gold,
the trees in field and valley hold
a blazing torch to autumn skies.
Winter waits and summer dies,
but autumn sets the world on fire—
rustling leaves the season’s choir.
Mary Engleberg