In the amber glow of autumn’s gentle sigh,
Leaves cascade like whispers through the sky.
Each breath of wind a tender, fleeting kiss,
Reminding us of moments we will miss.

The trees adorned in hues of gold and flame,
Stand tall, yet know they must soon wane.
Beneath their boughs, the earth begins to sleep,
As nature’s secrets in silence do they keep.

The harvest moon casts shadows soft and wide,
Illuminating paths where memories hide.
A symphony of crickets fills the air,
A serenade to autumn’s tender care.

In twilight’s embrace, the world feels still,
As autumn’s magic bends to winter’s will.
Yet in each falling leaf, a promise lies,
That spring will bloom beneath these quiet skies.