Autumn arrives in a riot of colour with dew in her hair and frost on her breath.
She carries the wind in her cloak of leaves,
Reminding us all that the seasons are changing.
She draws the dark nights in, giving us a time to prepare.
To look deep into our souls, finish that which is undone.
A time to remember those that have moved on
Be blessed by their love.
Give thanks for her warning winter draws close.
She tarries a while until the cold and the ice chase her beauty away.
The wheel of time turns again.