My Autumn Friend Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

Autumn arrives, arrests me like a friend
Leads me to her mall for us to spend
A little time on treasures she has wrought
Rubies, emeralds, diamonds yet unbought
Surviving fashion looking like a star
Waving, jumbling, haggling the bazaar.
Swirling, turning, swaying in her berries
Gypsy of the sloe gins and the sherries
My friend in mornings oft she sheds a tear
Hung over are her rosehips of the year
Bless her for she bears for me a token
Fruits and nuts which I can barely open
Special offers on each aisle and bend
She walks with me my multi coloured friend