Angelina WrayAutumn LeavesIn the hush and the lonely silenceOf the chill October night,Some wizard has worked his magicWith fairy fingers light. The leaves of the sturdy oak treesAre splendid with crimson and red.And the golden flags of the mapleAre fluttering overhead. Through the tangle of faded grassesThere are trailing vines ablaze,And the glory of warmth and colorGleams through the autumn haze. Like banners of marching armiesThat farther and farther go;Down the winding roads and valleysThe boughs of the sumacs glow. So open your eyes, little children,And open your hearts as well,Till the charm of the bright OctoberShall fold you in its spell.