Leaves of amber gently sway,
In the breath of autumn’s call,
Whispering secrets of the day,
As golden light begins to fall.

The trees don garments rich and bold,
A tapestry of warmth and grace,
In every hue a story told,
Of nature’s soft, enchanting face.

A crisp embrace in every breeze,
Dancing shadows on the ground,
The symphony of rustling leaves,
A gentle, soothing autumn sound.

Beneath the sky of twilight’s hue,
Dreams of harvest softly weave,
In the heart, a promise true,
The beauty of a fall’s reprieve.