An adieu to autumn

The last of the leaves on the trees in my garden gave in to the strong Dutch winds today, and I sadly bid farewell to my favourite season –

If fall be a lady,
she would be fair;
With flaming red hair
And beauty beyond compare.

If fall be a lady,
She would have class;
Past her spring and summer
No more a little lass.

If fall be a lady,
She has had a full life;
Youthful games and merry days
Not to forget, many a strife.

If fall be a lady,
She would be strong;
She has fought and conquered
Troubles that came along.

If fall be a lady,
She would know herself;
A woman of substance
Not moved nor swayed by pelf.

If fall be a lady,
She would sit by the fire;
With a hot cup of chocolate
And memories that inspire.

If fall be a lady,
She would be content;
As winter draws near
With another year well spent.