In Fall

In fall, Jack Frost’s cousin visits
trees and bushes,
coats greens with ribbons of bright orange,
burning reds, brilliant yellows.
He showers rain,
combs the branches,
creates storms of falling leaves
that pile and drift,
and crunch underfoot.
Finally,
with his bright scissors,
he snips the last
hanging nuts and seeds,
drops the last lingering leaf,
and lumbers away.