AUTUMN TREES by Ann Wilson

Autumn is the time of year
When leaves are falling fast.
In shades of russet-red and gold;
Too beautiful to last.

A birch is swaying in the wind
Its leaves still clinging there.
Still green, with hints of autumn gold
But soon it will be bare.

Gone now are the leaves of bronze
But the beauty isn't lost.
Lady Birch is wearing finest lace;
Gifted by the morning frost.

The bareness of her branches
Reveal their shape and form.
As they harden-up for winter;
Preparing for the storm.

Blue-grey needles of the cedar
Were painted silver by the moon.
Autumn sun shines on the holly;
Will those berries ripen soon?