Visions of gold,
Colored leaves crisp and bold.
Visions of golden light,
A harvest moon on a front porch night.
Visions of acorns falling from trees so tall,
Squirrels collecting and hoarding them all.
Visions of pumpkins on the vine,
Ready to pick come harvest time.
Visions of that golden day,
When Autumn is here to stay.
Diana…🍁
Ron