Poem: The Very Last Day of the Fall

I met her on the front steps of Autumn,
A neighbor that I'd never known
She smiled from behind dark drapes of her hair
Just beyond I saw bright lights were on
We loitered a while on the stoop of her home
Wondering when to take a step in
And later she laughed and  pulled back the drape
And I saw her welcome mat grin
Nervous and awkward, I stumbled a bit
at the threshold and entry hall
But my neighbor became my closest,  best friend
By the very last day of the Fall