BEHIND THE FALL


by: Garnett Ann Schultz


somewhere behind the autumn days
The winter travels unknown ways,
Across the fields once lush and green
A little guy Jack Frost is seen,
He sprinkles white on leaves of gold
At summer's end so stern and bold.

Behind the fall October's blend
All nature's beauty God doth lend,
It seems so very short a time
That colors bright are yours and mine,
The harvest stored the air is chill
With browning grass on yonder hill.

We dream of winter just ahead
While catching leaves of crimson red,
Beneath our feet and all around
So much of beauty doth abound,
And then we hear November's call
As winter comes behind the fall.


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