by Rick Bessette, Shelburne’s Poet Laureate
Two of our greatest things about living in Vermont are the gifts from nature and our four seasons. Fall is a time for me to reflect on the past spring and summer. Time spent outside with friends and family. Now it’s time to enjoy the endless colors of our backyard trees and forest and the sound of leaves rustling as they are touched by a cool fall breeze.
Tour buses filled with those in search of color travel across the state. Cornstalks, pumpkins, and apples decorate homes and businesses, lawns and porches. The Automaster dealer sends out a team to put up the stick people around town to welcome fall.
I wrote this poem when we lived on Shelburne Farms. There was a hillside across the valley from our house that was always very colorful for a few short weeks.
Leaves of Gold and Crimson Red
Waiting for the morning sun
To dry the evening’s dew,
Is a hillside dressed for fall
Across the valley’s view.
Leaves of gold and crimson red
On maples, oak and birch,
Along with stands of evergreens
For touring eyes to search.
Cold October winds of north
Will shake the leaflets free,
Where journey’s end will find them
Beneath the hillside’s trees.