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 Engelberg
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 Engelberg