Autumn Gilt

[IO Storm]

The late September sunshine

Lime green on linden leaves,

Burns bronze on the slated roofs,

Yellow on the farmer's sheaves.


It flares flame-like on the fire hydrants

Is ebony on the black birds wings,

Blue-beryl on the face of the ocean,

Glints gold on the brides wedding ring.


A sparkling shadow on the stained glass windows

It's silver sheen on the kitchen sink

The late September sunshine

Is a chameleon,

I think.

Valerie Bloom

[Wolfstarr]

AY, thou art welcome,heaven's delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

By: William Cullen Bryant