A DAY IN AUTUMN - by Ronald Stuart Thomas

A  DAY  IN  AUTUMN by Ronald Stuart Thomas It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening  In the lawn’s mirror. Having looked up From the day’s chores, pause a minute, Let the mind take its photograph Of the bright scene, something to wear Against the heart in the long cold.