Leaves descend like whispers on the breeze,
Painting the earth in hues of gold and rust,
A symphony of colors, nature’s masterpiece,
As summer’s warmth gives way to autumn’s trust.

Crisp air fills the lungs, invigorates the soul,
The scent of harvest, pumpkins, and pine,
Under the canopy of a sky in gentle stroll,
We walk through time, where memories entwine.

The twilight dances on the river’s edge,
Reflections of a season’s serene embrace,
Each moment, a treasure we pledge,
In autumn’s arms, we find our place.

As the days grow shorter, nights more profound,
We gather warmth from the love we’ve found,
In the quiet beauty, without a sound,
Autumn’s whispers all around.