In the gentle sigh of autumn’s breath,
Leaves twirl in a ballet of gold,
Beneath the trees, shadows weave,
Stories of the seasons unfold.
The crisp air whispers tales of change,
As branches shed their leafy crowns,
In the amber light of fading days,
Nature wears her russet gowns.
A symphony of rustling leaves,
Serenades the wandering breeze,
While the earth, in quiet repose,
Prepares for winter’s silent freeze.
In this fleeting, golden hour,
Dreams are spun in twilight’s glow,
Autumn’s grace, a gentle reminder,
Of the beauty in letting go.