The inane prettiness of spring has passed
Her constant chatter melted by the summer sun.
Summer has then in turn burnt himself out
The constant beating of light and heat fading…
Autumn breezes into being, a soothing balm for weariness
Reassuringly cloudy skies let you breathe in the sweet scent of time slowing down
Her gorgeous gown of orange, gold and green making us thankful for the ebb and flow of being.
She gives space to the thoughts in my head, maybe I can think clearly for a blessed month or two
And as soon as she has withered away I eagerly wait her return.