Dear Autumn, I have waited
for you to show your face.
Through Winter, Spring, and Summer,
of you there was no trace.

Now, Autumn, I must tell you
I love those seasons too,
but with all their special dressings,
they don't compare to you.

I love your flair for color
in tones of orange and gold,
and with your crimson touches,
you're a beauty to behold!

Your paths I love to wander
on a cool and lazy day,
and I love it when the wind blows,
enticing you to play.

When pumpkins grin from windows
my heart feels so carefree,
because once again, dear Autumn,
you've come to visit me!

Copyright © 2004 Ruth Gillis