Loving Autumn

Autumn Leaves

by Aileen Fisher

One of the nicest beds I know

isn't a bed of soft white snow,

isn't a bed of cool green grass

after the noisy mowers pass,

isn't a bed of yellow hay

making me itch for half a day -

but autumn leaves in a pile that high,

deep, and smelling like fall, and dry.

That's the bed where I like to lie

and watch the flutters of fall go by.

Gathering Gold

by Katherine Edelman

I walked through autumn woods today;

I cupped my hands along the way;

Great trees shook down rich coins of gold.

More than my two small hands could hold.



It's no wonder that this is a favorite season. This week's mild weather was such a pleasure. Cleaning out flowerbeds caked with leaves and thinning out overgrown or dead plants didn't seem like chores. And sharing a pretty fall day with a three-year-old is true bliss.