Sweet Autumn

Sweet lips of rolling frost whisper slumber
The season of the warm summer has gone
Fruits on the limbs and vines they encumber
Yield to the reapers while the earth does yawn

Bright colors kiss the leaves as the trees sleep
Gentle breeze whistling while they will fall
Contrast of colors like our dreams do leap
The passion of the summer begins to stall

Soon a soft hush will fall upon the land
Sweet voice of silent vespers, say goodnight
All of God’s creatures seem to understand
We must prepare, for the winter is in sight