When I consider other autumns I have known
Air of wine, sky of smokey blue,
Golden sun warming through.
Valley floor covered
In a Joseph's coat of leaves newly blown.
Warm earth stretching beneath my feet,
Green pastures mown and neat,
Shocks of corn, ripe, fragrant, sweet.
Clustering jewels purple and red like miracles Grown.
When I consider other autumns gone,
Ripening years of music
In full cadence clear,
Life grows sweeter with each passing year,
With each fading sorrow,
Each wiped away tear.
Ah, but now I know
Death's sweet sleeping does not last,
Patience has come with each hard lesson cast.
Other autumns, other springs
I have known
Each has been another stepping stone.