A winter in retirement

by Hannah Blaney Washburn

Others appeared, touched with bright summer’s ray,

And mingled with the glowing heaps, bring back,

The sunny days of bright July; but more

Displayed deep crimson hues, or, orange, gay,

Or golden yellow; or, perchance, laid clothed

In sombre garb—

I sought, long time,

A title for my Book; Leaves there are here

Of Thought and Memory; some fresh like youth,

And many tinged with Autumn’s varying shades;