Mother Nature sheds her golden Summer Gown
and enfolds herself in a cloak of many colours.
Gently she breaths upon the earth,
turning leaves from green to yellow, red and brown.
Her breath dries the colourful leaves upon the trees
and as she blows, one by one they quietly fall.
Slowly dancing, twirling without a sound
they settle on the ground, blown into mounds by the breeze
As her breath turns colder, a chill begins to fill the air.
She sprinkles the earth lightly o'er the night
with sparkling crystals that glitter in the morning light,
but the morning Autumn sun, though weak, soon makes them disappear.
Trees almost bare now, stand like silhouettes against the sky
and gardens are slowly stripped of plants and flowers.
Days becoming shorter when we spend evenings in the dark,
left with our dreams of those warm carefree Summer days gone by.
Jacqueline Nash
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cloak-of-autumn/
