Autumn is Here

Written by: Francine Roberts

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