September Falls 2

Sweetly but no longer dazzling our eyes Energy ebbing ,her motivation low Putting out colours which do not surprise That her less vibrant hues no more do glow Embracing dull, sedate and sombre dresses Mocking us, her nature being to tease By slowly doffing her brighter tresses Each voyeur rapt with her strip to please Relish her seasonal seductive dance Full of fluttering russet ,brown and gold And her brazen and denuding stance Letting the dowager become so bold Leaving onlookers in a stunning trance So that they fall for her siren romance