As the leaves paint the forest gold,
Whispers of autumn gently unfold.
Crisp air dances through the trees,
A symphony of rustling leaves.
Twilight settles with a golden hue,
Nature’s canvas in shades anew.
Pumpkins and spices fill the air,
A season’s warmth beyond compare.
The harvest moon lights up the night,
Casting spells of soft, silver light.
Shadows lengthen, days grow brief,
In autumn’s arms, we find relief.
Silent whispers of a coming frost,
Remind us of what we have lost.
Yet in the cycle, there’s rebirth,
Autumn’s beauty graces the earth.