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.

