Autumn
© Jennifer Jesseph
You’re the copper sister.
You come in the cool
mornings of late September,
and stay as long as you can.
You’re steady, and calm.
You’re a balm
after your crazy sister Summer
leaves us exhausted
from so much life.
You’re the balance, Autumn,
and I’m glad to be near
your cinnamon warmth.
It’s just the right
nice spice.
You bring blaze orange,
and gold yellow, to dazzle.
I reach out and touch
your cool hand,
and you understand.
We have this time now,
before the north wind
huffs and puffs
and announces your sister,
Winter.