Dew drops in the morning,

Rain in the evening;

Emerald hills and leaves of gold,

The smell of aging trees,

Hanging fresh on the wind;

The sound of ruffling papers,

Warm coffee mug in hand;

A time for gloves and hats and scarves;

A chilling but comforting wind,

The mind is set at ease,

Colors of sunset, sitting on the trees,

Never will there be days any better than these:

Days of Washington Autumn.