An orange pumpkin by the door,
Yellow mums, so bright and cheery,
From the local store;
Each fills my heart with gladness
This autumnal time of year,
Each calls me to remember
Those I hold especially dear.
For autumn brings reflection,
As deep colors paint the trees,
A time to contemplate the past
While raking up the leaves.
Mother is gone, and Daddy,
Their presence no longer near,
But I always remember their loving ways
Every fall of the calendar year.
For Daddy would rake and burn the leaves
And put an apple on a stick,
And we would roast this juicy treat,
Being careful not to lick.
And mother would cut some bittersweet
And trim it for her vase,
This lovely “Ode to Autumn”
Gave our room a touch of grace.
Do you, too, have tender memories,
Ones you hold so dear?
Does fall impart the same response,
As it brings the past so near?
Yes, autumn is filled with treasured scenes
Of life and moments clear.
To me it is unquestionably
My favorite time of year!