A Girl named Autumn

by kjforce
(Florida)

Seasons change as do people...

A girl named Autumn…. walks quietly into the room….
Yet no one sees her there..
She has a certain presence, still …
and her perfume fills the air..
Yet no one speaks to her…
Her colours are not light, but bright…
.reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight…
But even though, she’s more than that…
No one approaches, some don’t seem to care..
so she quietly leaves ..before the trees are bare