Autumn’s Embrace

In the Smokies’ mist where mornings glow,

Leaves turn flames in a gentle show—

Reds and golds weave through the trees,

Alive in the dance of the autumn breeze.

Rustling paths of amber strewn,

Beneath a sky brushed pale maroon,

We wandered slow as sunlight played,

Through hills where gentle shadows swayed.

Every step, a whispered song,

Of roots and rivers winding long,

Of life unbound, yet deeply set,

In woodlands where the dawn and dusk have met.

With open hearts and wind-kissed skin,

We felt the earth breathe from within,

Each leaf a story, each branch a hand,

In an ancient, vast, and quiet land.

And though the seasons turn away,

Those Smoky hills forever stay—

A memory of colors bold,

In hearts that turn to red and gold.