Ode To Autumn

That season of intermission

As summer's heat cools.

The whispering wind blows the leaves.

They dance around my feet.

Colors of red, orange, and yellow

Beautiful to behold.

Also the name of a girl

With raven hair,

With a smile that could bring joy

To all who gaze at her.

Her beauty, like the season

Surpasses all others.

Although not as hot as summer,

Nor as frigid as winter,

Neither as blossoming as spring,

Autumn enters in with beauty and grace.