In autumn, the aspens turn to gold,
against the Ponderosa pine;
snow-capped mountain peaks,
in the sun's glare; they shine.
Deer come down into the meadow,
in quiet search of food and heat;
startled by the stare of humans,
they, on occasion, meet.
We are captured by the magic fall,
by the pleasant scenes we see;
the touch of coolness in the breeze,
the feel of nature's harmonies.
It takes us back to childhood,
to the jumped in piles of leaves;
the long remembered past,
that in adulthood, flees.
A season blessed with color,
a time when frost makes rounds;
months of changing weather,
in which the heart abounds.