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My friends in Wyoming are posting photos of the fall scenery with the golden aspen leaves that ring the bottoms of the mountain ranges. Occasionally there will be a maple tree flashing red leaves that grab your attention like a police light. It would frequently snow as this month began, and then the snow would melt, and we’d have a few more weeks of Indian summer. I love autumn in the Rocky Mountains. I wrote this poem in my head 50 years ago while I was driving back to college after a weekend at home to help my little sisters with the milking so my dad could go elk hunting. I’ve illustrated it with photos from my friend’s cabin in those same mountains where I got the inspiration for the words.
by Judy Kay Welch
Wrapped in the feather boa of
The Season’s Premier Snowstorm,
October makes her entrance.
But, after the introduction,
She drops the frozen front and gleams gold so bright
That wild geese echo the musical applause
Long after the last curtain call