Grand Haven Daily Tribune October 28, 1909
BY DAVID FLETCHER HUNTON.
The autumn of the year has come—
Dull, hazy skies are here;
A change has come o’er Nature’s face,
And winter months are near:—
Oh, what a change from summer time,
When earth was fair and bright;
When all the fields were dressed in green,
And glad scenes blessed our sight.
But now the skies are thickly veiled,
For days and weeks together;
The falling leaves, and latter rain,
All tell of colder weather:—
The murmur of the dear old Lake—
The low-voiced drowsy streams—
The ripe’ning fruit on tree and vine,
Are crowning Labor’s dreams!
It must be, that the present year
Is surely in the wane;
For all the farmers’ sheds and barns,
Are filled with hay and grain.
Jack Frost has plied his magic art,
On garden, farm and wold:
What wondrous pictures hath he wrought,
And framed them all in gold!
See where the Sumach’s blushes fall,
Upon the rusty ground;
And where the dogwood’s handsome fringe,
Is also spread around:—
Soon, all along our western coast,
Great waves will rise and fall;
And battlements of solid ice,
Stand like a mighty wall!
Dire storms will come from Mackinaw,
And lash these western shores;
High winds, will bring great sheets of snow,
Up to our very doors!
The heavens above, will soon be filled
With glistening flakes of frost;
And they will swarm like living things,
Until from sight, they’re lost!
And still, in all my autumn dreams,
I see a future year;
When balmy air, and lovely flowers,
Will surely greet us here!
Grand Haven, Mich.
October, A. D. 1909
Microfilm Scan: Autumn