In the quiet whisper of the autumn breeze,
Leaves descend in golden waves,
Embracing the ground with gentle ease,
As nature’s beauty silently paves.

The trees stand bare, yet proud and tall,
Shedding memories of summer’s past,
Awaiting winter’s icy call,
In a season that will not last.

The air is crisp, the skies are gray,
A solemn hush across the land,
As daylight fades, and shadows play,
In autumn’s soft and tender hand.

In the heart of fall, a bittersweet embrace,
Colors fade, yet linger still,
A fleeting moment, a whispered grace,
In autumn’s quiet, gentle thrill.