Now the night-time steals away
as timid morning swirls
the floating mists, the ripened corn,
the chimney smoke in curls.

Dew-covered grass asparkle
in the infant light.
Golden leaves drift softly
to the ground, in silent flight.

The Maple and the Blackoak
each catch a yellow ray,
their tops explode in red and orange
and shout out: "Autumn Day".