Autumn in Hanoi

Hanoi’s autumn, so soft, so near,

A tender breeze, a sky so clear.

The golden leaves drift through the lane,

A quiet song, a sweet refrain.

The lake reflects the autumn's glow,

Its waters calm, its ripples slow.

The willow sways, its branches lean,

A painter’s dream, a tranquil scene.

The scent of milk flowers fills the air,

A fragrance rare, beyond compare.

It lingers gently, night and day,

Like whispers time cannot betray.

The streets are dressed in shades of gold,

A fleeting beauty, soft yet bold.

The vendors call with voices sweet,

Offering treasures on every street.

Oh, Hanoi’s fall, your charm so deep,

A memory the heart will keep.

Through sunlit days and twilight’s hue,

You cast a spell, serene and true.

The old quarter hums, alive with cheer,

Yet holds its soul, its charm sincere.

The ancient trees, the tiled rooftops,

A city where the time but stops.

And as the sun begins to set,

A fiery glow, a silhouette.

Hanoi’s autumn, calm and wise,

Forever lives in longing eyes.

So when the season comes anew,

I’ll walk these streets, beneath the dew.

For every leaf, and every breeze,

Holds autumn’s soul in memories.