Audacious Autumn rushes in,
making her way on Summer's heels.
bringing along big pots of paints.
She instantly Summer's thunder steals.
Vivid hues and ripening fruits
are some of the gifts she brings to all,
lavishly bestowing them on
each of us as we worship fall.
Nodding with glee, she mixes blends,
Turning the greens to shades of brown.
As Summer fades, we wave goodbye,
utterly charmed by Autumn the clown.
Tenth month October takes her turn,
unlike ninth month, aloof and cool.
Mist, rain and wind are her late gifts.
Naughty Autumn plays game of fool.
Joyce I. Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 96th birthday in July of 2014.