An Autumn morning

It seems like a dream
In the garden today
The trees once so green
With rich colours so gay
The Oak is aglow
With warm crimson blush
The Maple leaves show
A deep purple flush.

The Elm tree so bold
With yellow patches so bright
And with pale gleaming gold
The Beech seems alight
And the creeper leaves flare
Like red flames on the wall
They dazzle and glare
And are the brightest of all.

The big Chestnut trees
Are all russet and brown,
And everywhere leaves
One by one flutter down.
All the leaves seem
To be dressed up so gay
That it seems like a dream
In the garden today.