Autumn arrives heralded by rain and powerful winds that fan its colorful banners brighter than silks from Samarcand. Autumn stands majestically like Charlemagne on a golden bridge, blessing the land with an outstretched royal hand over its vast domain. The harvest moon acts as Autumn's shield as it hangs beneath the sky, and farmers' prayers accompany Autumn's steps while burning sheaves shine like altar flames, followed by the wind scattering golden leaves as Autumn's almoner in a splendid ovation.