Autumn

In Autumn's tender embrace, the world alights,

With hues of gold and crimson, nature's delight.

A symphony of rustling leaves, whispers soft,

As trees shed their emerald cloaks aloft.

The air, crisp and cool, kisses cheeks aglow,

As sunbeams dance through branches, casting a gentle glow.

A palette of amber, ochre, and deep burgundy,

Paints the landscape with a warmth so lovely.

In orchards ripe, the fruits of labor rest,

Apples, pears, and pumpkins, at harvest's behest.

The scent of cinnamon and spice fills the air,

Inviting all to partake, to revel and share.

Beneath the harvest moon's ethereal gaze,

Couples stroll hand in hand, lost in a daze.

They trace paths through meadows and fields ablaze,

With the essence of autumn, in a timeless craze.

But as daylight wanes, and shadows grow long,

A bittersweet melancholy sings its song.

For Autumn's beauty, though fleeting, is profound,

A reminder of life's cycles, forever unbound.

Yet in the twilight, a promise does lie,

Of renewal and rebirth, under winter's sky.

For as leaves fall and frost begins to bite,

Hope blooms eternal, in Autumn's fading light.

So let us cherish this season so dear,

For in its passing, memories we'll hold near.

For Autumn, with its grace and its charm,

Enchants the soul, like a soothing balm.