As the air in our midst begins to chill
And darkness creeps our days to fill
A display that marks the changing season
Inspires awe and with good reason
A tree whose leaf does grace our flag
It’s name bestowed upon a “Rag”
Truly joyous to behold
Flamboyant colours oh so bold
The change was subtle – at least at first
Though soon by nature’s hand would burst
An image tough for brush to capture
The sight invokes the purest rapture
From in my room, upon my seat
A privileged view of a dazzling feat
When coloured leaves and sun’s rays meet
Briefly my heart then skips a beat
Each passing day the tree does render
A changing view with growing splendor
While pondering the beauty which I behold
The secrets of Nature for me unfold
Soon the leaves will fall and the show will end
The bitter armed with rakes descend
Their yards and gardens to attend
For me I’ll grieve my parted friend
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