As summer fades and autumn looms,
A feel of change so sweet.
A sleep before renewal as,
Leaves crunch beneath my feet.

I do not fear the change to come,
But welcome it complete.
So weary of the dog days now,
The dry, oppresive heat.

For each change of season brings,
A new world to enjoy.
The colors wild and beautiful,
For cam'ra to employ.

From photos I will paint the scenes,
Of autumn's lovely hues.
The reds and yellows, golds and browns,
That Mother Earth does use.

Imperfect as my art may be,
I do enjoy it so.
I do my best, it's all I can,
The wonders there to show.