Whimsical winds carry the auburn leaves,
To lay the path where Autumn treads;
Whirling and twirling- the unmatched grace
She paints the land in a reddish haze.
Her pirouettes enchant a lover’s world,
For she showers the maples wherever she goes.
Wandering and prancing like a gypsy doll
To meet her lover before another fall.
She sings to the cacophony of the chirpy birds,
Asks the scurrying animals, alas,
Just to know the whereabouts
Of winter, the love nature blessed her with.
A glance and a touch of winter’s fleet,
Who quaffs off the remaining warmth when they meet,
‘Cause they have to spend an year apart,
To kiss and rejoice in the tenderness again.
p.s.- the word fleet here is used for the ride or strength of winter's arrival the cold chills and sudden change of climate.