an ode to autumn, again

oh autumn,
here I farewell thee
for a second time this year -

here I reflect
on your diminishing,
golden, crisp-eyed days,

how you've
wrapped me up in
long hair, wool and leaf-meal,

how you've
romanced me with
scant sunshine and blushing dusk,

months where
i've gathered the harvest,
buried bulbs, felt my child moving,

and begin to prepare,
for a new season;
hibernation,
and birth.