She tired of this life; decided this

would be her finale.

Standing atop the cliff she spread

her arms and jumped.

As she plummeted, her wings

sprouted.

She flew high.

They say you may still catch a

glimpse of her to this day.

If you do, you will be touched

by her magic

O’ You wisp

of a child

sitting on your

leafy throne

I hear your laugh

in the cool breeze

hearkening the

change of the seasons

You are autumn

by name, brightening

the night with

your shining moon

I leave summer behind

and look forward

to what joy you 

may bring