Autumn Magic

I stopped my drive on the mountain side,

To enjoy the country scene below,

Mother Nature was changing its green,

To orange with a gentle golden glow.

The small village town seemed fast asleep,

Very few cars were moving around,

Silence reined in the afternoon's stage,

Except for a couple of birdie sound.

In the distance where the sky was blue,

The mountain tops were still capped in white,

Year-round snow was almost always there,

Unscathed in the gaze of the soft sunlight.

That peaceful, beauteous scene did declare,

Autumn magic was definitely there.