Autumn's Arrival

Written by: Autumn Rose Wood

She stays at the back of the room while the other seasons
Have their time in the sun, in the rain
She whispers to Winter when Summer shines center stage
She squeezes next to Summer when Winter turns the world white like a page
She rarely speaks to Spring
Eventually her moment comes
She shyly walks with paints in hand 
She doesn't feel grand,
But her art is
Color and change
Drama and tranquility
She gives everything to the canvas, the trees, the sea, the wind
She creates
Until the clock chimes the hour of the cold and sleep
She steps back into her uncertainty
Waits through Winter and Spring
Until Summer's performance is over
She'll return to her finest artistic endeavours then.