Summer invites Autumn to a glorious celebration,
Her yellow rays reaching out yielding warmth and sunshine,
To bathe her crimson cloak.
Flip-flops and smiles are worn,
Laughter bubbles like the sound of a distant brook.
Thrilled to be invited to Summer’s party,
Autumn rewards everyone with tumbling leaves.
Rustling in the gentle breeze, they form a carpet,
In shades of copper, scarlet, gold and green.
Conkers nestle beneath like prizes waiting to be claimed.
As the air chills a wisp of wind tosses them carelessly adrift,
Finally the sun goes down, summer retreats, the party ends.