When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.
By Carol L. Riser, Autumn
Image: Euonymus europaeus or the European Spindle Tree by Dominique Allmon©2016