What is your purpose
Omnipotent one

Stagger in slowly
Curious run

Fragrance is clear
Scenic for miles

The beginning is beauty
Ending so vile

How can such color 
Vibrant and real

Turn to all white
Darkness revealed

Yet, you are the pleasure
So many will see

Except to the known
Those who will flee

The autumn soon call
Yet bring winter near

Pumpkins and costumes
Yes, fall is revered

All I imagine
This terrible pattern
When snow cover houses
Follow this magic

Then I all alone
Left to the cold 
The autumn winds calling

Winter to home