Autumn
In the dreamy silence
Of the afternoon, a
Cloth of gold is woven
Over wood and prairie;
And the jaybird, newly
Fallen from the heaven,
Scatters cordial greetings,
And the air is filled with
Scarlet leaves, that, dropping,
Rise again, as ever,
With a useless sigh for
Rest—and it is Autumn.ALEXANDER POSEY was a well-known author during the late 1800s and early 1900s.
He was a member of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation, in what is now Oklahoma. Posey
was the owner and editor of the Eufaula Indian Journal. His poetry and writings often
advocated for improving conditions in Indian Territory.
By Alexander Posey • Art by Floyd Cooper