I could sense you being there

In the autumn breeze

Watching the colours falling

From off of the trees

There were orange, brown and gold

With reds so bright and bold

They fluttered down like butterflies

As each leaf drops and dies

As the wind blows them into a heap

 Summer has already gently went to sleep

But you kicked and rustled them free

As you breezed towards me

There were still flowers brave and tall

In sheltered places some pretty and small

But soon they too would be lost

At the first signs of your winter frost