It will not always be like this, <br />The air windless, a few last <br />Leaves adding their decoration <br />To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs <br />Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening <br /> <br />In the lawn’s mirror. Having looked up <br />From the day’s chores, pause a minute, <br />Let the mind take its photograph <br />Of the bright scene, something to wear <br />Against the heart in the long cold.<br /><br />Ronald Stuart Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-in-autumn/
