Leaves of amber, gold, and red,
Dance upon the crisp, cool air.
A tapestry of nature spread,
Autumn’s whisper, soft and fair.

The trees, once lush with summer’s green,
Now stand adorned in fiery hues.
A fleeting beauty, seldom seen,
Beneath the sky of cobalt blues.

The air is filled with earthy scents,
Of fallen leaves and fertile ground.
A time for quiet, deep laments,
As nature’s cycle comes around.

The world prepares for winter’s chill,
Yet finds a moment, still and bright.
In autumn’s grace, hearts find their fill,
Before the long and silent night.