Unsure,

And unsteady,

At Winter's call

She rises.

She is cautious,

But restless,

And soon the

Pale green

Dancer

Leaps up,

To fulfil Autumn's prophecy.

Laughing,

She skips across the land,

Softening,

Nurturing,

Bringing color

And hope.

Like every young child,

She is unpredictable,

And her rain

She does send,

If weakly.

But her strength

Will grow,

And with it,

Her promise.