As leaves turn gold in silent descent,
The whispers of autumn gently unfold.
A tapestry woven with hues of content,
Stories of seasons, quietly retold.
The crisp air carries a nostalgic song,
Echoes of laughter beneath the trees.
In every breeze, where memories belong,
Autumn’s embrace puts the heart at ease.
Shadows lengthen in the amber glow,
Painting dreams on the dusky ground.
The world slows down in this gentle flow,
In autumn’s rhythm, peace is found.
With every leaf that falls to rest,
A promise of renewal springs anew.
In the quiet of autumn’s gentle quest,
We find the beauty in each fading hue.