AUTUMN LEAVES
by Aileen Fisher

One of the nicest beds I know isn't a bed of soft white snow, isn't a bed of cool green grass after the noisy mowers pass, isn't a bed of yellow hay making me itch for half a day--- but autumn leaves in a pile that high, deep, and smelling like fall, and dry. That's the bed where I like to lie and watch the flutters of fall go by.