Leaves rustle with a tender embrace,
Whispering secrets of a seasonâs grace.
The air is crisp, the sky a mellow hue,
An artist’s palette in every view.
Golden and amber, the trees stand tall,
Their crowns of fire begin to fall.
Each leaf a story, a tale of time,
Dancing gently in a silent rhyme.
Shadows grow longer, days grow short,
Nature’s farewell, her quiet retort.
A chill creeps in as daylight fades,
Draping the earth in softer shades.
Embrace the season, feel its touch,
The gentle nudge, the tender clutch.
For in this cycle, life renews,
In autumn’s breath, find your muse.