Anthropomorphism

Put plainly, personification, where the writer attributes human characteristics to anything that will stand still: plants, animals, seasons to name a few, but, interestingly, it is also an innate tendency of human psychology seen throughout most cultures as a common component of our storytelling.  Look for it here:

"My November Guest" by Robert Frost

September Witch by S.M.(M).L.

She comes bustling about
in her gray wool. Brisk and efficient,
magics everything from green to gold.

Whisks out boots and sweaters
hidden in backs of closets and drawers.
Insists socks belong on naked toes
that slink at the first step of cold.

Piles beds up with blankets,
couches: pillows, tricks us to slumber.
Blows dust from their jackets and scatters
books on the floor, next to fire's place.

Outside, she strips petals
and plucks the last of vegetables.
Then churns up the earth, insists it rest.

With a breeze, brings on rain
and soaks it all through. Drip, drops in dust
and dampens the soul, right to the bone.

Leaves each heart heavier,
Spirits more cynical for we know
what comes next when she goes away.