Her Comforting Beauty

Autumn's beauty finally comes
  upon the rolling hills.
With fiery reds and golden hues
  the dying leaves she gilds.

She colours the darkness of death
  from all our eyes to see
To fill our hearts and minds
  with what ought not to be.

When her season's over
  with a gentle breath she blows
Upon the trees' last gilded leaves
  unto the fallen snows.