As the golden sun dips low in the sky,
Autumn whispers secrets as leaves flutter by.
Trees don robes of red, gold, and brown,
A fleeting beauty before they touch the ground.

Cool breezes carry the scent of the earth,
A season of harvest, of yielding and worth.
The world slows down, in a gentle embrace,
Nature’s last smile before the cold’s firm grace.

Shadows lengthen, daylight fades fast,
A quiet reminder that nothing can last.
Yet in each falling leaf, there’s a story told,
Of life’s endless cycles, of new and the old.

Walks in the woods, under canopies bright,
Moments of wonder in the soft twilight.
Autumn is brief, but its memory stays,
Etched in our hearts, in so many ways.