This is another poem that Dad wrote about Autumn and the Season Change. Hope you enjoy this one!
The changing of the Season's grand,
As we can plainly see.
By gold and yellow leaves that fall,
From each and every tree.
How quietly each leaf decends,
To drift along the ground.
Until, stopped by a leaf filled fence,
To sleep the winter round.
And more leaves come to pile upon,
The leaves already there.
And snugly lie there while the trees
Stand lonely, gaunt and bare.
E. H. Coe 1974