Autumn sweeps in to take Summer's place.
And here she comes in all of her royal adornments! Autumn dresses herself in crimson and gold. She wears just enough green to show tasteful contrast. The jewels she wears are the diamonds God hung in heavens above her with splashes of rubies scattered at her feet.
Mere blues transform into azure in her presence even as still waters transform into ice.
The majesty of Autumn is different from that of her sisters. Where Spring brings new life, Autumn makes way for it. Where Summer brings the vibrancy of fast growth, Autumn brings relief and slower paces. Where Winter brings sleep and deep rest, Autumn brings a gathering of hearts before that sleep.
The promise of of Autumn is hot cocoa and warm pies, friends lingering over a steaming cup of coffee or spiced cider. It is the promise of a cuddle, a hug, or snuggly wrap. It's a warm fire set in the hearth.
Autumn's promise is an end to Summer's blistering heat and cool evenings that herald the carving of pumpkins and the baking of sweets. It's the return of pancake breakfasts and hot biscuits straight from the oven. It's cloves and cinnamon, apples and caramel.
Autumn's promise is the sweet smell of evergreens carried on the wind as it mingles with the aroma of a roast in the oven drifting from an open window.
Autumn's promise is ever-changing, ever-growing, yet evergreen. She comes every year and lets her sisters follow. She is the perfect sister, the perfect companion.
She is the perfect mother as she tucks the world in for it's long winter's nap.
