A breeze like no other
A sign she is here,
It is cool, it is crisp
When her colors appear.
With shades of fire
Reds, yellows, and gold,
Her beauty is breathtaking
A blush that’s so bold.
She whispers softly
Her breath on my face,
Watching leaves blow
Such an elegant grace.
With each step there’s a crackle
From the blanket below,
What once covered canopies
Is now under toe.
Her visit ends swiftly
There is nothing to fear,
She will return once again
As she does every year.