As summer wanes and days grow cool,
A symphony of amber hues,
Whispers of autumn, nature's rule,
A melancholy song ensues.
The trees adorn their fiery crowns,
A vivid palette, nature's art,
With gentle rustling, whispers sound,
A serenade from every part.
Leaves pirouette, a graceful dance,
Descending to the earth's embrace,
The autumn's touch, a fleeting chance,
As seasons shift with measured pace.
The air grows crisp, a whispered breath,
Through barren branches, secrets pass,
A poignant tale of life and death,
In whispered echoes, nature's glass.
And as the days grow shorter still,
The whispers deepen, fade away,
Yet in the silence, echoes fill,
The essence of a season's sway.
So let the whispers of autumn's voice,
Awaken dormant hearts to see,
Life's cycles, nature's gentle choice,
In whispers, find serenity.
Mr.Poet
About the Creator
Mr.Poet
As a poet, I find solace in the dance of words, crafting vivid tapestries of emotions and experiences. Each stroke of my pen unveils a universe, where metaphors bloom and emotions cascade like gentle raindrops upon parched earth.
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By Tabitha Hinkley6 days ago in Fiction
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