Golden whispers dance upon the breeze,
As autumn’s touch colors the trees.
The earth wears a cloak of fiery hues,
A symphony of change in every view.
The gentle rustle of leaves underfoot,
Echoes of seasons past, quietly put.
Crisp air carries tales of harvest and frost,
In this fleeting beauty, we find what we’ve lost.
Sunlight filters through branches bare,
Painting shadows with tender care.
The world slows down, in tranquil grace,
As autumn weaves her delicate lace.
In the heart of this golden time,
Dreams of warmth and coziness climb.
The season whispers, softly and true,
Embrace the change, let it renew.