Crimson, russet, and tones of gold
Be the splendor of Autumn gentle and bold
Leaves of color holding to sun's light
They to the wind in willing flight
Gathered upon the ground a treasure to bring
A blanket until the coming of Spring
Barren trees soon to welcome Winter's call
Such gems of grace the gifts of Fall.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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