In the hush of golden twilight’s embrace,
Leaves flutter down in a gentle ballet,
Whispers of autumn fill the crisp air,
Nature’s quiet song in each amber ray.

Trees stand robed in fiery hues,
A tapestry woven with sunlit threads,
Every breeze carries a tale anew,
Of seasons past and paths yet tread.

The earth sighs beneath the rustling veil,
Soft whispers echo in the fading light,
Dreams of harvest in the misty gale,
Autumn’s promise in the gathering night.

As shadows lengthen in the amber glow,
Hearts find warmth in the cool descent,
In autumn’s arms, we gently flow,
Through the dance of leaves, our souls are sent.