I can't imagine Mother Earth
Without Her Autumn Dress
How She turns Her leaves to gold
With God's paint-brush-caress...
Creatures born in Springtime
Have grown and left their nest
Some must survive the Winter
Others hibernate and rest....
The Fireflies are gone now
We wake to frosty morns
To crackling fires, hot chocolate
To rose and amber dawns...
Birds sing a last love song
The last Rose petals fall
I listen on the crisp still air
To Summer Calves that bawl...
Mother Earth turns Her golden crown
Catching last of Summer's rays
She'll store them in Her earthen breast
To last through Winter's days.....
(c) M. Linda Steffey 1988