The air grows cool with whispers low
As leaves drift down in a golden flow
The trees wear crowns of russet and flame
Each day arrives yet never the same
A hush of smoke curls from distant fires
The dusk draws near with tender desires
Crisp apples gleam in the orchard light
And owls awaken to sing through the night
The earth now rests in a slower song
The season knows where hearts belong
In fields of bronze and skies of grey
Autumn invites us to linger and stay
JH
In Autumn’s tender, golden grasp,
The world slows its hurried pace,
Leaves fall in a lover’s clasp,
Adorning Earth in embroidered lace.
Whispers of the chilling breeze,
Dance amidst the fading light,
The forest canopy slowly frees,
Its colours, bold and bright.
Crimson, amber, and sunlit gold,
Blanket the paths we once knew,
Stories of the year retold,
In every hue and shade they drew.
The sun slants low, a softer beam,
Kissing fields of ripened grain,
And in this mellow, gentle gleam,
The world finds peace again.
Orchards heavy with fruit so sweet,
Pumpkins grinning in the fields,
The scent of harvest is complete,
As nature her bounty yields.
Gone are summer’s fervent days,
As Autumn’s cool embrace ensues,
A time of change, in myriad ways,
Before winter’s deep, cold hues.
In this season, we introspect,
Watching days grow short and nights long,
In the beauty of Autumn, we connect,
With a world that sings a transient song.
For in the heart of this fleeting fall,
Lies the essence of time and tide,
A reminder that after all,
Life’s moments are a cherished ride.
Julan62 