Autumn Breeze

Dancing leaves like gypsy queens,
Gather attention and make a scene.
Drifting on an unseen breeze,
They blow with such grace and ease.
"The last season sets and a new season dawns,
For the summer is old and the year becomes worn;"
This they call as they blow all around,
In a spiral of color they blow and they blow.
As twisting shades of orange, red and gold,
Mix together and Autumn unfolds.