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September's Autumn had moved in slowly
With the chill of morning descending upon the dew
She painted the landscape with a hint of frost upon waking
Only to erase her doodling with the Sun's rays as he stretched his warmth into the day
The Sun, weary of Summer's long days
Is happy to sleep in a bit later each day
Delaying the drone of bees against the windows and eaves
Until the warmth of mid-morning seeps into their nest
Now that October has nudged her into activity, Autumn stands with hands on hips
Seeking to clean the earth of late-Summer debris
She has found the box of crayons that Spring dropped
And has scribbled hues of yellow and brown upon green fields
Tossing vibrant splashes of color
Upon beds of late-blooming flowers
And polishing Summer-green pumpkins to orange
Tossing vibrant hues of the spectrum of red upon boughs of drying leaves, making them beautiful as they dance to the ground.
She sweeps seeds of fallen petals
Beneath the carpet of multi-colored remnants
Dropped by trees that have let their roots grow out
The red, orange, and amber strands of color showing first at their crowns, and then descending
Until the forest glows with their cascading beauty
Flocks of geese fly overhead
Crying out, "GOOD JOB!!!!" and other such nonsense
While the quiet hawk circles above in silent respect
Squirrels polish off the bowls of nut-candy
That Autumn has laid beneath the trees
Stuffing their cheeks full for Winter as she hurries them to their nests
When Twilight approaches, she retires for the day, letting breezes chilled by the Sun's nightly slumber make the stars dance in the sky
The Earth shifts in silent anticipation
Of the changes yet to come
Of the Winter yet to be
But for now, he welcomes Autumn to his bed
And sets the season free