Autumn’s Dress


It is in Septembers, Octobers, and Novembers
That Autumn dresses up,
Adorned in warm, golden tones of color,
And waltzes with her prince, The Fall Wind.

But when the clock strikes twelve,
Winter comes along with her December and January Winds,
Snatching up Autumn's bright apparel
And clothing her in nothing but somber tatters.

Autumn keeps quiet, until the first rays
Of Spring's long awaited sunshine
Touches the depths of Winter's dark dungeon.

Autumn is showered with Spring's rain,
And is coaxed into fashioning a new dress
With the same warm, golden tones of color,
But, this time, in a different pattern.

It is Summer's sunshine, now, that assists Autumn,
With an occasional July thunderstorm to help form the new dress.
August passes by to give his opinion, and Autumn is finally ready.

For it is in Septembers, Octobers, and Novembers
That Autumn dresses up,
Adorned in warm, golden tones of color,
To waltz with her prince, The Fall Wind.

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