The golden days have now begun
With golden leaves and golden sun
And golden corn and golden beans
And lengthened shadows that make all seem
Like endings to a summer's song
As leaves and temps and windows go wrong
To flutter down together, forlorn,
And close the season 'gainst sniffles of snow….
But for now, and for giggles, we have this glow
With all the colors of Vince van Gogh.