Yesterday, I had my hair coloured - if I didn't I would be totally grey, like the sky is today. It should soon be spring but the weather seems to think otherwise.

Autumn

Leaves are turning golden brown
While my hair is turning grey
Soon the branches will be bare
A measure of each passing day

The heat has gone from the sun
The wind whips across the sky
Autumn is now upon us
And it is time to say goodbye