Autumn has arrived

Late, I know. But it needed to be published at some point.

The first leaf falls,

A mother calls,

To beckon her daughter home.

 

The wind turns chilly

And this will sound rather silly:

Autumn has arrived.

 

No! Not the season

(What you're thinking of)

But rather a gift from Heaven above.

 

Autumn is not a season,

But a person, you see.

She is who turns the colors of a tree.

 

Her hair is dark brown,

And her eyes are too;

But her tongue is a cold shade of blue.

 

It frosts the ground,

Without making a sound,

And sends wandering critters home.

 

She's also named Fall,

And she'll come, if you call;

But only once a year, you know.

 

Her work is now done

And she's had lots of fun,

But now it is Winter's turn.

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was eleven. Go easy on me.

Reviews

[dieuxsansculte]

I like the form, and I like the personification. Autumn is a cold mistress, it's true, but she's beautiful and colorful, too. She has always been my favorite, by far. (I was born in the arms of Autumn, so I can't help but be biased in her favor.)

This was good. If you wrote it at the age of eleven, I look forward to reading something more mature from you.

P.S. Just thought I'd point out a typo in S3L2 "thinking."

[TheConjuringCat]

Love it!