The autumn woods in late October vie In warmth and glowing colors with the rare And costly art at Nature's Annual Fair, As if to charm each vagrant passer-by; The Master Hand had lavished all His dye -- Bright crimson, ochre, scarlet without care, Then toned them down with haze of balmy air To harmonize with gold-tinged sunset sky. Some love the flowers that fair Spring adorn, With joyful youth and promise holding sway, And others yet the Summer's garish might, But I, the fruits from Autumn's well-filled horn -- Life consummated by a rich array Of color softened by warm sunset light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A PRIZE BIRD by MARIANNE MOORE TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON |