She danced for me in bronze and gold,
in leafy woods, her wings unfold,
to turn the forests into flame
Her name is Autumn, kind and tame.

His cloak of crystal ice and snow,
Will glisten after winters blow,
and nights of frost and inky black,
announce his presence. He is Jack.

A flush of green in hedgerows show
that Spring is back and all aglow,
she heralds in a brand new world,
with daily fresh green leaves unfurled.

Hot Summer smiles with sunny grace,
though often shows a different face,
her sudden storms of lightning flash
torrential rain and thunder’s crash.

But favourite Autumn soon appears,
to gently mark my passing years.