Autumn's Arrival

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 Beautiful Breathtaking Brimming 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.