Golden leaves dance with the gentle breeze,
Whispers of change in the crisp, cool air.
Nature’s palette of red, gold, and bronze,
A silent poem penned with care.

The sun dips low, casting shadows long,
Fields of amber stretch to the sky.
A time of reflection, of letting go,
As geese call out their farewell cry.

Bare branches reach to the heavens above,
Stripped of their summer’s attire.
Yet beneath the earth, a promise sleeps,
Awaiting spring’s gentle fire.

In autumn’s heart, a quiet song,
Of endings and beginnings anew.
A season of grace, of lingering light,
Where dreams take flight and skies are blue.