There's goodness abounds at Autumn time
If only you know where to look
There's change and subtle beauty
In wood and field and brook
With golden leaves next copper bronze
And early evening's Blackbird songs
Acorn, nut and bright red berry
And fresh brown soil
Which makes the apple merry.
There's goodness abounds at Autumn time
If only you have time to wait
The mellow sun turns green to gold
And daisies dance around the gate.
Morning's dew in misty fields
and across the valley
The harvest bell peals.
Furrowed earth by tractor tilled
And every barn with grain is filled
There's goodness abounds at Autumn time
If only you don't mind the grey
The air's still warm and bonfires burn
And kids come out to play
The summer calf is fully grown
And all his grass is neatly mown
Leaf and branch
To the winds are thrown
The verdant Virginia creeper glows
Deep red with approaching age
Fallen fruit is mature and yellow
Like the hand which turns this season's page.
Joe Morriss
October 2006
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