Spirit of Autumn

She drifted from the woods and through the fields, While trailing wisps of early morning mist. The air was filled with tangy, smoky scents, The garden's final Summer-Autumn tryst. Her hair was golden fire in the sunlight, She crossed the ripened countryside with grace, Her hands were filled with nature's harvest gifts, The season's beauty shining in her face. She said the woods were full of spiders' webs Hanging between the bushes and the trees, Sparkling diamond dewdrops on the branches With early morning sunlight on the leaves. She said the trees were full of ripened fruit, Bright flowers still enticing lazy bees, The Autumn sun soon dried the sprinkled dew And she embraced the glory of the trees. She told me it was Summer's parting gift, The leaves were red and yellow, bright like flame, A blend of glowing colours for her dress, The Spirit of the Autumn was her name.