--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Retsloff, D. C. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 24 number: 12 published: 1921-10 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'D. C. Retsloff, "Autumn," *Improvement Era* 24, no. 12 (October 1921): 1067.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera24012unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera24012unse start_page: 1067 end_page: 1067 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1921-10) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera24012unse publication_year: 1921 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1921, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Autumn Autumn San Diego, CaHjf- Hazy mists hang o'er the valley, Smoky veils the mountains hide; Ripened fruits and yellow sunflowers, Gorgeous tints on every side. Silv'ry frost gleams on the meadow, In the light of early morn, Like the gold in sands of ocean Peep the ears from shocks of corn. In the stubble, quails are calling, Cooing doves are whispering low, Bees have stopped their honey storing And oaks are feeding mistletoe. Crows caw from the blasted cedar, Ants are hurrying here and there; Housewives to their jams and jellies Give an extra thought and care. Southward fly the birds of Summer, Chilly winds sweep o'er the lea ; Bringing messages from Winter To each bud and leaf and tree. Spring and Summer bring their gladness Bluest skies and greenest sod; But Autumn heaps the ripened fruitage And crowns the year with Golden Rod. D. C. Retslojj