Tarnished leaves scurry across the plains Like heat waves over scorching desert sands. The wind enchants with musical tones and wanes Like a meadow lark's trill echoing from lowlands. A little squirrel hides behind a bursting bark, Then up the tree he carries a golden nut To store it till in spring he can debark And stay till time to seek another hut. When a human's eyes can peacefully behold The beauty of a windy autumn day, And nature's creatures fleeing from coming cold— And in their huts, till winter passes, stay,— He should thank his great and all powerful God That he is not changing to moldy sod. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD CALIBAN IN THE COAL MINES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A WATER MILL by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA JERUSALEM; THE EMANATION OF THE GIANT ALBION: CHAPTER 2 by WILLIAM BLAKE |