Today is rich in autumn's gold
with all my covetous hands can hold.
Frost painted leaves and goldenrod,
a goldfinch on a milkweed pod.
Huge round pumpkins fill the field,
and heaps of corn, a bounteous yield.
Ripe apples heavy in the trees
fall to earth in slightest breeze.
Sparkling rays of sunshine spread
like butter's melt on hot sliced bread.
The harvest moon will soon unfold
with streams that glimmer, molten gold.
We'll all find the mirth and bliss
in Autumn glory such as this.