She flies in on the leading feathers of the geese, and she dims the suns light. It becomes softer, and the shadows limbs stretch long across the land. The heat is drawn out of the sunlight, almost imperceptibly to begin with, but degree by degree the earth begins to cool. This cooling will crumple the liquid gold grass, folding the precious seeds back into the soil, but I’m getting ahead of myself now. In the early days of the season the light seems to glow with jewel like intensity, the warmth of its colour making up for the cooling air.
Tiny patches at the edges of the leaves begin to lose their greenness. She weaves it out, folding brown and gold threads back in through the trees veins. Under her slender fingers green decays, spreading out from tiny ochre spots, into crisp dry death.
But her spell is not all loss, she weaves fruits and nuts to rounded ripeness. The plump shiny bodies of the nuts glisten in the fading sun, a moment of glory before the earth draws them back to herself. Was there ever a colour more magnificent than chestnut brown, set in soft green velvet.
Perhaps the royal purple of the elderberries in their luscious glory can outshine the glossy browns of nuts. Gleaming like glass beads embroidered among the bright green silks. Their juice as rich as gold, gathered in perfect purple drops.
While overhead her sweet breath turns green to red. A dazzling cloak to wrap the earth against the chill of the long nights ahead, and the clear blue skies. Autumns blue is cold and bright, bringing seeds to fruition and leaves to their end. Her spell is so filled with bounty and colour and beauty, that we barely notice death as he creeps across the earth, rolling the seasons forwards. Autumns spell weaves the ends of summers threads into the edges of winter, in a soft colour filled cloth to enchant and delight our senses.