And to carry the idea a bit farther, a couple of verses I've written over the years about fall and its gold. Yes, it has always been my favorite season and the sheer beauty enthralls me no end! These poems are from my huge self-published book called Mother-Daughter Lines where I put together my verses with some of my mother's that I discovered after she had passed when I was going through her things. All verses are copyrighted! Well, actually every word that I write here is under the law.
Gold is the color of autumn
The flowers, the leaves and the light.
As green is the color of summer
And blue is the color of night.
Pink is the color of springtime;
The color of winter is gray;
But I love the gold of autumn
And wish the color would stay.
GMW 18 Oct 63
The aspens march in golden ranks
encircling the mountain's flanks
and wait in martial silent rows
while overhead the fall sun glows,
washing with gold, in wild excess,
aspens' parade in autumn dress.
Within a haze of golden trees
a stream sang golden songs
I dreamed and hoped that I had found
the spot my soul belongs.
The cliffs were rust, the sky was blue
and gold was bridged between
to fill the air and fill the earth,
for me, their Golden Queen.
I & II C: 1990
Golden haze of autumn days
That lead the heart in peaceful ways
And hold the winter’s roars at bay,
Above the mountains, far away.
Wandering by lazy streams
Where drifting leaves echo the dreams
Of happy past and future sure
With summer’s bounty stored, secure.
A time to savor and reflect,
Enjoy what one must oft neglect—
The sense that when all’s said and done,
One is all and all are one.
Against a brilliant autumn sky of blue
The trees aglow reflect the gold
Of low beamed sunlight, spread
Across the land. A benediction
For the day, thanks for the
Bounty here at hand.
Those leaves that briefly cast
Their colors proud against the
Steady march of winter, gray and cold.
Stark and sure, invading, conquering,
Comes winter, even here it comes.
But for now, against the brilliant
Autumn sky, the trees glow.
GMW C; 1997
Indian summer maiden
Decked in turquoise:
Autumn’s bright blue days.
GMW C: 1976