Autumn to Winter     Against a canvas of deep blue, autumn pains now her wondrous hues, red and yellow, orange and gold, flaming colours hang rich and bold.   Like a myriad butterflies, fluttering, falling through the air leaves float down and a carpet make rich tapestry around the lake.   Soon lonely arms are stretching high, skeletal fingers scrape the sky, regal trees which denuded stand, await spring in a barren land.   If you cannot hear the music please try clicking here: MUSIC Please sign my guestbook the first was lost in cyberspace! Home on Poetry Site Home on Christian Site Home on Lake Site Home on Orchid Site Mail Me