Autumn

I looked up and Autumn was glaring hard, down at me, Just me.

The colours in her skin, changed, moving across her face.

Her eyes were clouds just before the storm.

I felt as though I were doing something wrong.

As though she were about to pick me up and throw me against a tree.

Her golden brown and orange hair flurried down the street and into
the church yard.

And I was held in her deep gaze until she said,
“I’m here.”

I hurried into the house, and slammed the back door.
I loved Autumn, but feared her strong presence.

I could smell her a while back, and then the air changed as Summer fled.
And Autumn cried in the distance “I will not be ignored, while you take
my harvest.

So I welcome you Autumn, even though Winter follows you everywhere and
stays far too long!

Bless you Autumn and your abundance, stay a while, take an offering and when you leave I will sweep up your brown hair and feed it to the garden.