Autumn comes to us more voluptuous than any of her sisters a goddess of Renaissance proportions
How can we not be charmed as she places on our tables armfuls of round ripened fruits which
Spring bore and Summer raised
Yet there is something suspect in her swaying walk through fields mown down behind her
The birds take notice, gather together and fly south
even as her highlights of garnet and amber shimmer in the trees
We marvel at her beauty and besot ourselves with her scent And only as she turns to leave us are we strangely sad Why just now do we think on friends we shall never see again Why in this season do we observe our age, and seek new beginnings As we ponder she slips away
While Winter rides in on his chariot of white winds To make us pay for the bounty Autumn gave.