The forest holds high carnival to-day, <br /> And every hill-side glows with gold and fire; <br />Ivy and sumac dress in colors gay, <br /> And oak and maple mask in bright attire. <br /> <br />The hoarded wealth of sober autumn days <br /> In lavish mood for motley garb is spent, <br />And nature for the while at folly plays, <br /> Knowing the morrow brings a snowy Lent.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-11/
