Poem: Autumn Trees

Are the Autumn trees now awake...
Casting reflections upon the lake?

Orange, yellow, colorful trees,
Delight in the air of a lingering breeze.

Sunlight waltzes straight down the lines
Of the groves filled with fresh-scented Pines.

The trees God made have a special voice,
Listen carefully and you'll hear them rejoice.

Picnic under them in their cool shade,
Where favorite memories never fade.

The trees of Autumn are a blessing for all,
Adding their brilliance to the season of Fall.


By Julie Pisacane (2006)