Curtain Call for a Season

The landscape still speaks in stilted whispers
Of the vibrancy of the dogs day yield
She advances unfettered by whim or fancy
The air betrayed her arrival
Before any would dare speak her name
The grasses drought parched thirst
Begins to be quenched
Resurrecting it’s chlorophyll complexion
With each step that she takes
Her robes of amber hue
Proclaim the theme of her intention
Hill and dale
Moor and mountain
Are to become her canvas
Palettes dripping of ochre and crimson
Will soon be applied with grace and flair
Pageantry and a festival of colours
She is the consummate hostess
For a celebration
Prequel to the Solstice chill
The carpet red
Flags her exit
Her brilliance
Will arrive
Without fanfare
Depart without applause
With no further ado
I give you Autumn
With my appreciation