Autumn deceives with her warm days

and cool, crisp nights.

After the heat of her sister’s

reign of relentless sun,

Autumn’s quiet nonchalance evokes

a false hope of endless bounty.

We partake of her fruits,

celebrate the beauty

of her splendid garments,

while we keep the knowledge

of the last sister’s solstitial enthronement

hidden in our deepest chambers.

Although tomorrow, with her

cold snows and icy winds,

will surely unseat our current monarch,

we revel in nature’s dance today.

And when we are subjugated

to the bitter regent of winter

we will rely on the memories

we have harvested while

the golden queen ruled us.