The wind is whipping up her gown, playing with her hair.
The rustling leaves sing their songs as they skip past her.
Her warm gold ribbons looped loosely through her lusty rusty locks.
Enough to excite the farmers boys up and at their work early, with the noisy cocks.
The Butterflies bid her farewell though sad they know it’s time to go .
Summer has fled and though still fleetingly warm it won’t last long they know.
Something prickly round her toes makes her squeal with sweet surprise
It is a snuffling hedgehog he is looking for a place to sleep away from prying eyes.
She smelt the bonfires ,saw the smoke, felt the chill fingering her back.
Knowing Jack Frost was on his way was pleasing for he was such good crack.
People started rushing home instead of strolling through the park
Children have to come in earlier from play because it is getting dark!
Who is she this beautiful waif , this brown eyed red haired beauty
Of course it is Autumn Annie, here to do her seasonal duty
To gently wave off Susie Summer and warmly welcome Winter Wanda
Yes she brings the fog and wind and makes the days short and the nights grow longer !