In the gentle hush of amber light,
Leaves whisper secrets to the breeze,
Painting the world in hues of gold,
As time slows down with graceful ease.

The air is crisp with stories told,
Of harvest moons and longer nights,
Where every breath is rich and bold,
Embracing stars with glowing lights.

Beneath the trees, a carpet lays,
Of russet dreams and earthen tones,
A symphony of fading days,
Where nature sings in gentle moans.

Each branch is bare, yet full of grace,
The promise of renewal near,
In every leaf that finds its place,
Autumn’s whispers linger here.