Autumn Child

Autumn is beginning to wain She is trying all she might To sustain her position But November is soon to birth And crying out To be huddled to the fore Autumn leaves are still falling She scoops them up And scours them around As far and wide as she can While the earth is somehow still She keeps winter today from the door She wishes for its appearance But only when her time is done Allowed only a moment in the world A season, just days To make her self known She begs for more time to shine Seasons are such beautiful Beings Autumn seems the shortest sibling She is the unknown child of winter Please allow her, her time...