Autumn in Wisconsin

 

 

New summer’s wistful spirit steals away

In mist that skirts the edges of the wood

Beneath a changing, undecided sun;

And fall comes like a rogue’s artistic mood.

It cast a chilly shadow on the water

And flings bright color to excited trees,

Excepting pines which, with a watchful greenness

Await with calm the winter’s artistries.