Leaves of gold and crimson fall,
Whispering tales of summerâs end.
A gentle breeze begins to call,
As nature’s hues start to blend.
The harvest moon casts its glow,
Upon fields of amber grain.
Shadows dance in twilightâs flow,
As night descends again.
Crisp air carries scents so sweet,
Of pumpkins, spice, and pine.
Footsteps crunch on cobbled street,
As stars above align.
In this seasonâs tender hold,
Hearts find a warming grace.
Stories of autumn unfold,
In nature’s soft embrace.