Autumn

Autumn brings with it the first sharp tongues of wind
The red and gold leaves drifting slowly down,
And a crimson sheen settling everywhere,
Wrapping its arms around the world to embrace it
Bare trees sway their forlorn boughs to the draughts
Letting the breeze through them with a gentle caress
Foliage-less bushes shiver in the cold
Huddling against each other for much needed warmth
As Autumn comes to an end, crimson is replaced with white,
And the valiant forces lay back, finally defeated