Lady Autumn

Written by: Rachel Heffington

November is a Lady fair
Clad in a russet gown
With copper scattered in her hair
And gold spun in her crown. 

Her rich, red blood is blushing bright
Within that copse of trees;
She walks to meet the coming cold
With stately grace and ease. 

Fair is her cousin, Spring, no doubt
In apple-blossoms shod 
Who dances forth on airy wings
And turns our thoughts toward God.

Fairer yet is Sister Summer
With emeralds on her brow
And daisies in her azure hem--
To youth, her charms endow.

But Queen of wealth and beauty
In breeze of spiced perfume--
Fair November meets the Winter:
Lady Autumn and her Groom.