In the golden glow of autumn’s light,
Leaves cascade in a graceful flight.
Whispers of the wind, a soft caress,
Nature’s song in quiet excess.

Trees adorned in hues of gold and red,
Speak of days where warmth has fled.
Crisp air carries tales of yore,
As summer’s end we now implore.

Shadows lengthen, days grow brief,
A tapestry of joy and grief.
Footfalls echo on a path so still,
Hearts attune to autumn’s will.

Fires crackle, stories unfold,
In the twilight’s gentle hold.
Seasons pass, but memories stay,
In autumn’s arms, we find our way.