I gaze upon the landscape
With a feeling to behold,
Overwhelmed by the beauty
Of the bounty of orange and gold.
A calm and unruffled moment,
Seems to put me in a spell,
Overcomes me with a sensation
That the harvest is doing well.
The trees are loaded with leaves,
Mixed with yellow, orange and red,
Clouds casting their weary shadows
Where the broken branches are dead.
The fallen leaves are dispersed
Throughout the nearby hills,
Giving the deer a camouflaged haven
To satisfy Nature’s will.