Lady Autumn

My Lady Autumn,

Thy sweet smell of apples adds spice to the breeze,

As golden red carpets drift down from the trees.

Thy pumpkins and cider are mellow and sweet,

And Mother Earth’s bounty is fully complete.

Thy work is a joy and the harvest a song,

We glean enough food to last all winter long.

A sweet time of life that brings all to fruition,

A long-dreaded day when I pay my tuition.

White frost and crisp morn yield their place to warm noon;

For gone thou wilt be ere two turns of the moon.

Cold nights and short days do now herald thy end,

Yet now thou art here

and in now

I’ll rejoice.

Ever wishing for your return,

An Admirer