Transfer of Power

Fall arrives slowly, uncertainly.

She tentatively moves closer,

Reaching for summer's green leaves,

Enveloping herself in the last of summer's warmth.

Summer turns to Fall with joy,

"Fall! You're here! Finally!"

They stand together, watching over the world.

But only for a moment.

Summer is weary, she is at last relieved.

"Are you ready?" She asks Fall.

But it is too late.

Summer is fading, and Fall grows stronger.

In a moment she stands alone, afraid.

Summer's vibrant green world reminds her of her duty.

She, with renewed strength,

Reaches towards those happy greens.

Fall's power glows, as the land is transformed.

Green is replaced by yellow, and orange, and red.

A crisp breeze blows,

The leaves swirl through the air.

Yet Fall's time is fleeting,

So short, yet so beloved.

For as her glorious colorful leaves fall,

She sees Winter approaching from the distance.

Fall turns back to her leaves and smiles.