Trees in Autumn

Tall mannequins of elegance they stand,
Assuming haughty attitudes of grace.
Proudly they await the next command,
To change their clothes and show another face.
This season they are wearing golds and browns,
Apparel soon to be cast off, disowned.
The wind of change has fluttered through their gowns.
While followers of fashion understand,
Have knowledge of the latest styles, and such
As the couturier’s inspirations call.
Facing the new season with a stylish touch,
They dress like dancers at a Winter Ball,

In scant attire, their shapely forms displayed,
While preparations for next Spring are made.