An Autumn Reverie

How on these earthly plains has such wonderfulness descended,

That I have woken up to an autumn reverie even long after it has ended.

Between the fleeting skies and lonely moors so still,

My heart has brought me to a canopy raining its golden leaves on a distant hill.

With the corn cobs ripening and the sun in its golden gleam,

Each day is a celebration of the deciduous hues weaving a mellow dream.

People may imagine the blush of autumn glimmering around,

But my heart feels the season of spring at each golden leaf meandering to the ground.

The migrating birds across the yellow sky construe a symphony,

And a bevy of oak, maple and birch trees partake in the jovial company.

The moors, dales, and highlands are bathed in the pale light of the afternoon sky,

Like the heart of a poet immersed in the beauty of nature amidst some distant fields of rye.

I feel the season of crimson sunsets dancing in the rustling breeze,

As the air carries the scent of ripe orange pumpkins and crisp sunburnt leaves. 

Such lovely is the vista today, that I think to myself, and say,

 'How could not one but be gay,

In such a pleasant company on an autumn day?'