Autumn Glory
in Fall Poems
It's Autumn once more,
What a sight to behold,
Streets lined with crimson
And laden with gold,
in Fall Poems
It's Autumn once more,
What a sight to behold,
Streets lined with crimson
And laden with gold,
Ring out the old, and ring in the new,
Another year passes, but one thing is true,
A thousand small blessings have slipped through my hands,
Moments uncountable, vast as the sands.
How doth the little spider be,
A Master of Geometry?
Oh tell me, tell me, if you know,
Where did she learn to weave quite so?