With A Remembered Glow Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I love the colors,
Of the Autumn leaves.
When they begin to change,
On certain trees like no other.
And to sit on limbs,
Extended from branches.
As if done to enhance,
The dance of Fall.

I love also the holidays,
This time of the year.
And the cheer each one brings,
When they appear.
With a welcoming that beckons,
All to celebrate.
Staying bright in memories...
Held and remembered,
With a glow no one lets go.