F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses. A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies. L ike a nymph, she beckons, tossing her fiery auburn tresses. L ongingly she sighs - September’s bliss lingering in her eyes.
I ndian summer days come; then they go. N ights though chill, embrace her in indigo. L ater, in November, her sweetness wanes. O ctober cannot stay forever loving her. V acantly she gazes through freezing rains. E ndearments whispered - cease - when Fall loses ardor.