Trees are changing all their colors -
Hues of red and gold are found.
Leaves are making earth’s new carpet,
Slowly spreading o’er the ground.
Soon old Winter will be calling
With his early morning chill;
But for now, let’s savor Autumn -
While it lingers, soft and still.
written by Mary S. Chevalier
published in ‘Blessings Upon Blessings’
from the Salesian Collection