Summer, seasonal renter, always arrives too early and stays too long. She has ignored the eviction notice I posted on her door last evening. Riding in on the beams of a blue moon, autumn stands at the gate ready to take her place, bags overflowing with spools of crimson, copper, and burnished gold.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 
Bonnie, this is absolutely a novel and powerful use of personification. Succinct and memorable.