When Autumn visits

Autumn is here with swirling leaves

Dressed in red, with golden sleeves

Gently she spins and swiftly twirls

She laughs gaily and flicks her curls.

She treads softly on falling leaves

Whether from boughs or from eaves.

Leaves, all brown, yellow and red

For sleeping seeds make a comfy bed.

She peeps in from windowpanes curiously

Even as Mr. Wind howls loud and furiously

Happy families dine together joyfully

In front of warm fireplaces blazing cosily.

She tiptoes from house to house eagerly

Enjoying happy scenes from every family

Whether poor or rich, dining happily

Off pies, soups, or just bread humbly.

Autumn pirouettes along blowing kisses

To the sleeping Mr. Squirrel and his missus.

She checks on Mrs. Mole and Mrs. Hare

And their babies, soundly asleep after prayer.

She skips gleefully to the wooden bench, old

To await the coming of her Sister, in cold

She arranges her pretty skirts beautifully

As she awaits Winter’s coming dutifully.

She looks up at the brilliant stars in the sky

As a few more leaves from their boughs fly

If you wish to meet her you’ve got to hurry

She’ll soon be gone in Winter’s first flurry!

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