"Whispers of Autumn"

Leaves like fire in the fading light,

Dancing free in golden flight.

Crimson, amber, rust, and gold—

A painter's dream, a story told.

The trees wear robes of royalty,

As winds hum tunes of memory.

Each step a crunch, a soft refrain,

Of time that turns, yet sings again.

Cider warms the waiting hand,

Pumpkins glow across the land.

Skies grow crisp with sapphire grace,

The sun smiles soft on nature’s face.

A hush begins to calm the air,

A quiet peace, divinely rare.

No need for noise, no need to roam—

For autumn makes the world feel home.

So breathe it in, this fleeting fire,

Let your spirit lift and rise higher.

In every leaf, a gentle call—

To let things go and love it all.