E. Widger

(Spring Hill, FL)

Masquerade


A kaleidoscope of colors
Decorate the autumn scene
As falsely colored foliage
Reflects the sunlight's sheen
Mountain sides are covered
With a multitude of hues
Jack Frost has paid his visit
And now extracts his dues
Alders, oak and aspen
Shed their summer green
To take on pastel colors
Of the season inbetween
The end of dog day summer
And winter's frigid blast
But the reign of regal beauty
Was never meant to last
With Autumn leaves soon falling
And birds on southern wend
The season's past is eminent
And the masquerade will end

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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