Autumn Is Here

The wind picks up, blustery and bold, scattering leaves of red and gold. Sun's warmth fades in cold wind's bite. With another whoosh leaves take flight. They fly, they fall, they tumble about. Summer is gone, there is no doubt. Autumn takes hold with a harsh shout. Her colourful dancers flying about. Trees bob and weave. They sway to and fro. Leaves fall down like colourful snow. Autumn is here, animated and wild, throwing a tantrum like a petulant child