with orange, yellow, and red in her hair.
I need not look out my window.
I can hear her arriving. The breeze she makes in this last moment of summer brings sound and a climatic closure. I hear the leaves dancing to the ground and the air cools around Lady Autumn.
It is quiet in the house. The electronic drone of humandom has lulled because I am alone. The absence of noise and the rhythm of this season feels like a good blues song stirring my blood.
Yes, Autumn is a pretty lady. As the air cools I hear the tat, tat, tat of a light rain and know that Winter soon will follow.
Autumn, you are one fine lady bearing the fruits of Summer. The cooling air no longer smothers me like the hot arms of Sister Summer. Oh, Summer will flirt with me some more but the power of her is waning to give Autumn a turn to shine.
She has relaxed me from a long day of work and equally hectic evening of people heading out into the night.
I enjoy when Autumn visits. I will soon need protection against her cooling breath but for now I rise only to retrieve my sweater. I wrap myself comfortably and settle in to listen to her music.