AUTUMN by Katherine Cary Place 

Oh, Autumn, in gorgeous raiment,
            	What artist is the blame?
He has daubled his colors here and there,
            	In one great glory of color and prayer,
Till the woods are all aflame.
 
There are browns and deepest crimsons,
            	Orange and sunny tans,
Scarlet and dim old yellows,
            	Done by a Master’s hand,
It is spread for eyes to feast on,
            	And it helps to understand.
 
Katherine Cary Place 1878-1934
October 1915
 
Copyright Roy Richard