Poems (Geisse)/Autumn

by Mary A. Geisse

For works with similar titles, see Autumn.

AUTUMN.

Once more fair Summer yields her state,
 Serenely stepping down,
While Autumn in her royal robes
 Ascends to take the crown.

The splendor of her coming
 Is witnessed far and near,
For all the land is lavish
 In setting forth its cheer.

And proudly do her banners
 Float over wood and field,
In token of the homage
 Her willing subjects yield.

There's not a town or village
 Her bounty doth not bless,
The poorest little hamlet
 Has donned its gala dress.

For 'tis the ancient custom,
 As honored as 'tis old,
To wear the royal colors
 Of crimson and gold.

And never grander pageant
 By mortal eyes was seen
Than the resplendent welcome
 That waits the Harvest Queen.