Leaves descend in a golden dance,
Whispering secrets of seasons past.
The air is crisp, the sky a trance,
Autumn’s beauty, a spell is cast.

Trees adorned in fiery hues,
Nature’s canvas, a masterpiece.
A symphony of red and blues,
In fall’s embrace, worries cease.

Chill winds sing a gentle tune,
Rustling leaves in harmony.
Underneath October’s moon,
We find solace, pure and free.

Shadows lengthen, days grow brief,
As autumn whispers its sweet goodbye.
In every leaf, a touch of grief,
Yet hope for spring, we still rely.