Coloured leaves and a bright blue sky,
The way it looks to an artist's eye.
A day of loving, goodness, kind.
The emotion in a poet's mind.

These are the days of a splendid fall
Given to us, one and all
Who are blessed to live in a land
With seasons of 4 painted grand.

Fall leads to Winter and we can’t wait for Spring
A beautiful Summer it is sure to bring.
Each has its pleasure and treasures to share
But yet we have favourites and dare to compare.

Each time I catch a breathtaking sight
I say to myself, “Well, this one just might
Be the most beautiful I’ve seen.”
Then with next season I don’t remember where I’ve been.
The peace and perfection of a new fallen snow
Is just as beautiful as seeing a fawn and a doe
On a newly formed Spring afternoon.
And if you dismiss one over the other you’ve spoken too soon.

The fun and the frolic of a sweet Summer day
Lingering lazy; the best times, many will say.
But autumn with crisp chills and rustling leaves
Just take a look; brilliant tapestry it weaves.

Each day I look ‘round me and give thanks for my life
I dwell in a place free of war and of strife.
I love my country, home, fellow man.
I know I am lucky. I know that I am.