Autumn
Autumn clothes herself in bounty,
Her skirts rich with deep green and purple.
Around her shoulders, she wears a misty shawl of foggy colors,
And her firey hair is wreathed in leaves of yellow-green, red-orange, and brown.
She chides her sister, Summer,
For hot burnt-out mornings and dried weary afternoons,
Time, she says, for deepening sunsets
And cooling dawns.
Time for hard-work harvest
And careful kitchen industries.
Time for weary afterglow, when the sun sets, and
The moon hints at full-fleshed promise.
Time for feathered chirps and squeets to give way
To overhead visions of high-flying south,
And the four-footeds dream of
Feasting to fill, and long sleeps.
And Autumn steps into the world,
Bids her sister well and gone,
And swirls into the cooling breeze,
Dancing at dawn.
Her skirts rich with deep green and purple.
Around her shoulders, she wears a misty shawl of foggy colors,
And her firey hair is wreathed in leaves of yellow-green, red-orange, and brown.
She chides her sister, Summer,
For hot burnt-out mornings and dried weary afternoons,
Time, she says, for deepening sunsets
And cooling dawns.
Time for hard-work harvest
And careful kitchen industries.
Time for weary afterglow, when the sun sets, and
The moon hints at full-fleshed promise.
Time for feathered chirps and squeets to give way
To overhead visions of high-flying south,
And the four-footeds dream of
Feasting to fill, and long sleeps.
And Autumn steps into the world,
Bids her sister well and gone,
And swirls into the cooling breeze,
Dancing at dawn.