In the hush of autumn’s gentle sigh,
Leaves cascade, a golden lullaby,
November whispers secrets to the earth,
Of quiet nights and fireside mirth.

The wind carries tales of days gone by,
Of harvest moons and starry sky,
In every breath, a story laced,
With memories of time embraced.

The trees stand bare against the cold,
Yet in their silence, strength unfolds,
A testament to nature’s grace,
As life prepares for winter’s embrace.

So let us gather, hearts aglow,
In November’s quiet, steady flow,
To cherish moments, swift and fleet,
In the gentle rhythm of autumn’s beat.