Ode To Autumn

I felt, with the coming of September, a change in the air as I breathed it in and felt the perambulations of the atmosphere about me, noticing the descent of dark had quickened its pace. I love Autumn, for the sacrifice of the leaves as they throw their bodies to the ground, for the smell of primal fires that forever linger, for the cooling air as it de-pressurises in density.
Perhaps this poem isn't very worthy, but this is an ode to Autumn:

Autumn, at last!

You divined your way

into my life

shadowing the season of Summer

as sure as the flow of time,

gentle as undisturbed waters.

You darken the horizon

with vicissitude in your very nature-

to bring about man’s instalment

of unnatural light.

You quiet the bird that sings

as you usher in your successor;

Winter-

our most frigid mistress

who opposes the gayety, opulence

and nakedness

of our great Summer

who, shyly, bows out

proceeding your advance