Autumn crept through the hills, last night
Trailing her gossamer gown
Leaving golden treetops in her wake
With green underskirts and slippers
She stopped to whisper her secrets
To blushing boughs
Scattered among the modest orange
and dancing yellow
Summer hides on the forest floor
Giggling in the trickles and streams
Which skip between moss covered stones
And puddle in pools of dappled sunlight
It’s almost past Summer’s bedtime
But she plays a final game of hide and seek
Her sunny warmth lingers as she is swept
By Autumns playful breeze
Autumn will soon tuck Summer in
The night of the grand ball is coming
And she must adorn herself
For a brief…
Breathless…
Moment
Autumn crept through the hills, last night
Trailing her gossamer gown
Leaving golden treetops in her wake
With green underskirts and slippers