She sprinkles the beauty of Autumn,
and bring the colors of change.
The world becomes a mural,
Beautiful to behold,
In her hair the green circle of Summer's end
Adorned in the red of fall.
Her flowing locks share the gold of September magick,
She brings the cool of evening,
And the warmth of the season,
When the death of the old gives way to the birth of new.
She is Fall.