Joseph’s coat of many colours,
looks pale beside the autumn leaves.
Summers days all clad in green,
so mundane ‘gainst late year eves.
Golden hues from beige to crimson,
crisp and fresh on dew soaked grounds.
Carried on late summer breezes,
blocking byways, forming mounds.
Autumn, fall, what ever you call it,
its beauty shown at every turn.
It harkens winter’s frosts and snowfall,
when naked trees begin nocturn.
August followed by September,
and October then begins.
With icy hands and frosty bowers,
autumn fruits and huge pumpkins.
So each year comes and each year goes,
as we think back and remember.
That life is just a splendid time,
as autumn leaves September.
©joseph r mason 2020