I love to walk along the lane before the winter snows,
when summer's last light conquers death, where leaves are red and gold.
Find treasures like a rabbit's foot, or a butterfly's cocoon,
a cloverleaf that adds to four, a daffodil's perfume.
Two silver slippers dangling means a woodland lady's near.
She'll sip the wine from buttercups then place them in her hair.
Play hide and seek, a squirrel will call, come find me if you can.
I've silver fur to hide me well among the silver limbs!
A mighty ship of branch and twig so softly sails the wind.
With Captain Inchworm at her bow to guide as she descends.
A gust of wind and leaves will burst, their colors fill the sky.
In beauty, honor, grace, and peace they float, touch ground, and die.
I love to walk along the lane when leaves are red and gold,
and marvel at the splendor of this Autumn I behold!