Autumn and Its Passing - Edited

"Lingering leaves of gold frolic in the wind" and though their twirling is such a beautiful sight, the limbs of the trees look as if they've been thinned, so those trees seem desolate in the twilight. Also, the day of my birthday came fast, so no sooner had sweet autumn arrived, then September had already passed. Sadly, early fall cannot be revived. Oh, those Indian summer's bright days brought both joy and some comfort to me. I’d lounge upon my deck in the sun’s rays, but October too later had to flee. November now has come; the days grow grey. Right now the sky is crimson, and it's cold. However, as long as the sunset can stay, I still can stand here admiring leaves of gold.