Whispers of Autumn

Amber leaves drift lazily, painting the sky with gold, sunlight flickers through the trees, warm yet turning cold.

The wind hums softly, like a lullaby in the air, branches creak and whisper secrets only they can share.

I press my hand to the ancient bark, rough with time, feeling the knots and ridges, each groove a silent rhyme.

Warm cider kisses my lips, spiced with cinnamon and clove, the taste wraps around my senses like an autumnal trove.

A deep breath pulls in the scent of earth, pine, and rain, moss and damp leaves lingering, as nature's fragrance reigns.