Autumn is a baker who uses sprinkles
She generously adds her vibrant touches
A spray of bright red on the top
or a smattering of yellow dripping down the sides
her arborous cupcakes come in many shapes
The maples reach up to her to receive their colorful christening
The oaks drip down with hued leaves
Our eyes delight in the transformation of seasons
It is a pleasure we embrace before the bakery is empty
Winter will soon arrive and spraypaint her colorless glitter
Poetry 