WHEN AUTUMN SLIPS TO WINTER When Autumn slips to winter on a cool November morn, And the frost is sparkling brightly on the shocks of golden corn, The world a lovely picture, as the darkness turns to light, The leaves fall thick and heavy in a turbulent delight. When winter comes so softly as the autumn hurries by, And we see a cloud of flurries in the once so sunny sky, With the wind a little sharper and the grass not quite so green, The outdoors brightly different in the changing autumn scene. When autumn's nearly over and the tree are all but bare, When the friendly clouds hang heavy in the cool November air, It's a melancholy feeling as we realize once more That the winter is approaching, right outside our autumn door. When autumn sighs and whispers as its stay is almost through, And a bit of old man winter sneaks into her sky of blue, It's a thrill beyond all measure as we note the changing scene When autumn slips to winter in a plesant glowing dream. BY: Garnett Ann Schultz IDEALS: 1964