Autumn, summed up, is gold.
Golden oak and beech tree leaves
Mellowed gold and stately sheaves.
Golden sunnsets, set aflame
Running brook and country lane.
While the golden pheasant call
As the evening shadows fall,
Upon the golden bracken spray
'Neath which the golden leverets play.
Golden nuts on hazel trees
Are culled by squirrels brown and free.
Golden stacks of scented hay,
Crown the labourer's toilsome day.
Whilst on the bosom of the stream
Drift the fallen golden leaves.
Like the souls of men being bourn
To the golden great beyond.
Where are bound with golden thread
Both the living and the dead
Glorious thoughts are left to stray
Of golden childhood’s playful days
And thus we span with thoughts of gold
The days departed, now we're old.
Thompson Noble. Kinglake, Victoria 1928.
Note: A leveret is a young hare
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