Watching with wide blue eyes as the colors are changing on the trees.
Her black mane is one with autumn as it lifts in the noon breeze.
In the field she stands, Grass is covered by auburn colored leaves.
Happy for cool weather; for the flowers that will wilt she grieves.

Black cloth tightly grips the her skin on each long and thin pale limb.
She is a graceful figure, unusually tall and slim.
Opening her soothing arms to us in embrace as we greet.
Using her body to relieve us from some oppressive hear.