The Beauty of Minnesota's Autumn
Now droops the troubled trees The cold sunset, darkens the leaf.
A fear so holy,
A grief, elusive, Creates the changing of the year
The weary sigh--from long winds Itch the sky,--with blue tints;
For a dreamers eye
What sorrow stirs in mine? A tear, for autumn's grave
A mist, for a winter's sky;
In vain, in vain I rage... "Let it be autumn once again!"By Dennis Siluk Ed.D.