Autumn

I can think of nothing
Which so inspires
A surge of creativity
Like nature on fire-
Autumn colors
In all their fantastic glory,
The trees like flames
And bringing stories
Into my head
About such beauty-
To appreciate this,  
Our gift, our duty.
The wind picks up
The fragile leaves,
An autumn rainbow
Creeping up the trees.
The air is crisp
And chills the bone;
The breeze sways the oaks,
And the pines begin to moan.
Boots crunch the colors,
All vibrant autumn shades;
In reds, oranges, and browns,
The world seems to soften and fade.
Shoulders shiver
Underneath the rising cold;
The sky clears
And becomes a tawny gold.
All is calm and quiet
When in the autumn feel;
All is serene and cedar,
Seeming too perfect to be real.