In the whispering woods of autumn’s embrace,
Leaves dance in a golden haze,
Nature’s symphony in a gentle trace,
As the world prepares for shorter days.

Crisp air carries tales of time,
Each gust a reminder of change,
Trees shedding their summer prime,
In hues that beautifully estrange.

Underneath a sky of amber and wine,
Shadows grow longer, nights turn cool,
The earth in a slumber so divine,
Dreaming by a twilight pool.

Let us walk this path, you and I,
Through a canvas painted gold and red,
Finding peace as seasons fly,
In autumn’s gentle, quiet tread.