As leaves descend in golden grace,
Autumn’s whispers fill the air,
A serenade of time and space,
Nature’s beauty beyond compare.

Crimson, amber, hues ignite,
Painting landscapes rich and bold,
In the gentle, fading light,
Stories of the season told.

The rustling trees, a soothing song,
Beneath the harvest moon’s soft glow,
A world transformed, where we belong,
In autumn’s arms, we find a home.

Chill winds carry scents so sweet,
Of pumpkins, spice, and fallen leaves,
In autumn’s dance, we find our feet,
Embracing all that it achieves.