Sweet the leaves that fall in golden autumn’s light

As sun-soaked taste of chill winds blow through glowing hills of red.

The fragrant earth receives her gain from laden trees o’erhead

As breezes flow from branch to branch and round each swirling bough.

And everywhere the gaze alights an artist’s touch describes

A canopy of praise to Him who makes earth’s laughter bright.

Bernhard Gutmann, “Gardens, Silvermine” (c. 1910)