Autumn Gold

Autumn Gold   ( for C&C please. )

Gold leaf is draped over gardens bed
and soon the mud will turn them brown
the garden tools stacked in the shed
heavy dew lays soft as thistledown

A robin sits on the handle of my spade
his bright eye spies a big fat worm
disturbed where tree's roots, just laid,
spread in fertile soil and trodden firm,

red breast replete the bird rests
where tree stands bare on leafy floor;
scant promise of fine apple harvests
to swell each fruitful winter store

hear pollen seeking buzz of bumble bees
thinking summers warmth will never die  
while Canada geese scribe honking V'S
in a brisk and wind-blown cloudy sky

Fat lambs bleat loud from far green hill.
The vines purple bloom is plump and sweet
as sunshine brims over into winter's chill
toad settles into winter's frozen sleep.