The air turns crisp, The skies alight, With hues of amber, gold, and white. A whispering breeze, a gentle sigh, As summer bows to autumn’s sky. Trees shed their emerald guise, For robes of fire that mesmerise. Leaves tumble down in a graceful dance, Nature’s theater, a fleeting chance. Golden carpet on ground, With crunching steps, a soothing sound. The scent of earth, so rich, so deep, Awakes the soul from summer’s sleep. The harvest moon begins its glow, As twilight paints the world below. Fields of amber, ripe with grain, Promises aplenty, despite the rain. Children laugh in pumpkin patches, Under skies with fiery scratches.

 

The air is filled with cider’s cheer, And whispers of the coming year. Oh, autumn, brief and bittersweet, A fleeting guest we long to meet. Your beauty lingers, yet slips away, A poignant song that cannot stay. For in your heart lies wisdom old, That life is fleeting, yet gold. You teach us all, every Fall, To cherish moments, big, small. As days grow shorter, nights embrace, You leave your mark on time and space. With every leaf that gently sways, You write poetry on autumn days. So here I stand, with heart laid bare, In awe of autumn’s gentle care. A fleeting friend, a soulful flame, Who every year calls out my name.