'Tis Fall We Hail

Glowing amber such luminous array
As time beckons the closing of this day
A season of change within this moment now
Nature keeping its ever present vow
Brilliant gold, vibrant orange, ruby red leaves alight
Chilling winds and a distant whistle call to the night
Sounding crickets sing this season's quest and quail
The crackling rustle of gathered leaves 'tis Fall we hail
Dressed in lavish color each tree soon shall be bare
Barren bough and branch then held in Winter's care.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


The Mulberry Tree, Vincent van Gogh, Painting, Oil on Canvas, Saint-Rémy: October, 1889.
Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California