I welcome these crisp autumn days, <br />This abundant harvest time. <br />When boughs are bent with apples, <br />And pumpkins cling to vines. <br /> <br />The taste of hot mulled cider, <br />Pungent wood smoke in the sky. <br />That flows like long gray ribbons, <br />From chimneys reaching high. <br /> <br />The last bright leaves have fallen. <br />Now, hills are crimson-gold. <br />I watch breathtaking splendor <br />As harvest time unfolds.<br /><br />Marianna Jo Arolin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harvest-time-6/
