Leaves fall gently, golden and bright,
Whispering secrets of the night.
Crisp air dances, cool and light,
Painting dreams in autumn’s sight.
Shadows lengthen, days grow short,
Nature’s final, vibrant report.
In hues of red and amber’s court,
Autumn’s beauty, a timeless fort.
The harvest moon, a glowing sphere,
Lights the path to winter’s near.
Silent woods, yet full of cheer,
Autumn’s voice, so pure and clear.
A season’s end, a soul’s reflection,
In autumn’s grace, a deep connection.
Hearts find peace, in quiet introspection,
Embracing change, with warm affection.