Resplendent in a golden gown <br />Autumn sits on the hillside <br />She talks with the trees <br />And leaves a gold blush on their cheeks <br /> <br />Winter does not stir <br />It is not his time to rule <br />He lays silent, waiting for his chance <br />To appear, unexpected <br /> <br />Autumn’s radiance is slowly fading <br />Her satin gown becoming grey <br />Cold seizes her in icy hands <br />Leaving the delicate memory of dancing leaves<br /><br />Waltzing Mouse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/end-of-autumn/
