She’s Coming…..

The season’s storms may howl in protest,

shaking their fists against the marching

of time.

But onward it goes

as the tides ebb and flow,

and courting the damsel

whose fingers grow cold.

Hold onto your hat my friend,

for she tiptoes round the bend….

The Lady in Red

slips into bed

with fading Summer.

Seduces him so

that he eagerly lets go…

“Be kind,” whispers he

and ceases to be.

Can you feel the air becoming clear,

as her lovely Grace tiptoes ever near?

Rejoice!

(and get out the sweaters)

Fair Autumn is coming!!

Cheryl KP