Autumn never knocks at the door.
She just boots it down
marching through this room
shaking leaves off the furniture
letting a draught in.
Autumn is unemployed.
She had a dispute
with the painters-and-decorators guild -
changing colours in mid brush-stroke -
sometimes spilling whole tins of paint
all over the scenery
Autumn is a smoker.
"Twenty 'Woodsmoke' double-strength, aromatic, unfiltered please.
And a box of matches."
Autumn is too fond of her cider.
She sings too loud if she's had a few
whistling out of tune
in the forest
and down by the boats.
Autumn is a good looking girl
but she's unpopular.
Nobody likes to see her come
or go
for when she does
you just know
you're going to be seeing
her sister
and she's a cold bitch.
Adding your comment:
and of course, coming from you, it's a compliment! (although, sometimes, I could also be the sister) 
