AUTUMN

Butterflies have met their match
In wind swept falling leaves.
Bright swirls of autumn colors
Defy the shifting breeze.

Cloudless skies of sapphire blue
Trees ruby red and gold
Cold crisp nights with brilliant moon
And stars a thousand fold.

Soon the leaves will reach the ground
Where they’ll decay and die.
The butterflies will feel the chill
And southward they will fly.

Soon winter clouds with snow and ice
Will cover the terrain.
But with spring and summertime
The cycle starts again.