In whispers soft, the autumn winds do call,
Beneath the sky, where amber shadows fall.
The trees adorned in gowns of gold and red,
As nature tucks her weary world to bed.

The crisp air dances through the open fields,
Bestowing gifts that only autumn yields.
A symphony of colors, rich and deep,
As gentle whispers lull the earth to sleep.

The leaves descend in swirling, joyful flight,
A tapestry of dreams in fading light.
Each step upon the path, a gentle sigh,
As autumn whispers secrets to the sky.

Beneath the harvest moon’s enchanting glow,
The world prepares for winter’s silent show.
Yet in this fleeting moment, time stands still,
As autumn wraps the earth within her chill.