In Orange, the greens are turning into red,
Crimson, cherry, scarlet and fire engine bold,
Summer into winter is being led.
Butter yellow, burnt honey and shining gold,
Tangerine, mandarin and apricot kissed
The trees, how their rainbows, defiantly hold.
Sunrise happens behind the mist
But midday is blue with warming sun.
Our evenings now are dark and crisp.
Soon, the trees will be looking glum,
Silently waiting for spring to be sprung!
