Like myriad jewels October comes <br /> Topaz and flaming red <br /> The length and breadth of slopes <br /> And canyons of the White Mountains. <br /> Rays of morning sun glint scarlet-gold, <br /> Leaves glow in dew-damp air, <br /> Give promise of never-ending loveliness. <br /> O opulent October, <br /> You give us one last show before <br /> November winds ravage leaf and limb <br /> And all your red-gold harvest lies <br /> In heaps upon the ground. <br /> O, October, how can we feel gladness <br /> Beguided by your pageantry... <br /> When trees stand bare and mute, <br /> We wil remember your grand performance <br /> Was but the prelude to a death-like sleep.<br /><br />Florence Weber Mann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fall-drama/
