Autumn in Golden Whispers

On the canvas of earth, summer yields its throne,

And autumn emerges, a poem in shades of gold.

Whispers of leaves in the wind dance softly,

As the sun withdraws and the air cools, soft.

A blanket of colors, nature dresses,

Cascades of leaves on the ground, like sad dreams.

Trees shed their fresh green dress,

To adorn themselves with hues that autumn offers.

The dawn is tinged with warm and sweet tones,

The sky embraces the horizon, like ancient lovers.

The leaves whisper secrets to the passing wind,

And the world is transformed into an enveloping tale.

In the fields, pumpkins and corn grow with care,

The harvest is the reward, the fruit of winter.

The evenings become slow, in tranquility bathed,

As the earth prepares for its rest, longed for.

The scent of autumn floats lovingly in the air,

A mixture of earth, wood and the memory of dew.

Children run and laugh in piles of dry leaves,

Their laughter echoes in the wind that never perishes.

Migratory birds take flight in the sky,

Routes traced by stars and winds, a mystery revealed.

The melancholy song of their departure resounds,

As nature prepares for a serene slumber.

The nights lengthen, the stars seem brighter,

The moon peeps out with a soft and elegant glow.

A blanket of silence covers the woods and meadows,

Autumn is a golden whisper, a long-awaited gift.

Oh, autumn, with your ephemeral and profound beauty,

You are an ethereal poem that in the heart sinks.

Your essence lingers in every corner of the earth,

A reminder of life in its sincere dance.

Thus autumn embraces us with its arms of leaves,

It invites us to reflect on the change you cast.

A cycle that continues, a promise of renewal,

In the dance of leaves and orange skies, We lose ourselves, trusting.

(Image made by AI).