Gusts of wind swiftly carry away
tatters of Fall's finest robe.
Scattered crimson, gold,
and fire sweep the autumn streets.
His lovely visage hidden
by a hood that has not yet fallen.
He wages love with Summer as
they try to heat things up.
However their love is doomed
as they can only see each, but once.
Summer and Fall love, but one cannot
reign while the other is awake.
The wind however has other things
in mind and carries in a slight chill.
He adds the crispness that Fall seeks,
and ambles along with him.
Fall enjoys the winds company
as they weave a tapestry of beauty.
Crafted from the finest of Nature's
threads and cloths.
Fall wages war with Winter who
has an infinite love for Summer.
Winter, however, may never get
to feel Summer's sweet heat.
For Summer's heart, lies within
the breast of Fall.