Autumn in the Mountains

by: Candy Berry

I yearn for quiet solitude to rest my weary mind.

A place where I can lay my head and comfort I will find.

I see a strength and power as I watch them from below,

the mountains of West Virginia is where I long to go.

They stand if at attention so majestic and so grand,

reaching high into the clouded sky, a part of God's great plan.

The autumn yellow sun appears to cast its magic spell,

and weaves a colored story, that every writer wants to tell.

I'm drawn to memories of my youth, from days of long ago,

when holidays were soon to come and to the mountains we would go.

Crisp mountain air and rolling hills with cool and rocky streams,

all pictures of my childhood filled with vast and vibrant dreams.

The leaves are changing colors to red and golden brown,

and if you listen closely you can hear the quiet sound,

Of the leaves all falling softly and floating through the air,

as gentle breezes wisk them to places here and there.

The earth that lies beneath it all seems to glisten from the dew,

giving all the colors there an even softer hew.

My eyes have caught a moment of nature at her best,

just before the time will come when she'll lay herself to rest.