Autumn

In the waning days of summer's reign,

Comes a season dressed in golden stain,

Autumn's arrival, a gentle refrain,

In the whispers of wind and the rustle of grain.

Leaves of crimson, gold, and amber,

Flutter and fall, a grand September,

Blanketing the earth in a fiery ember,

As the season of change begins to remember.

Chill in the air, a crisp embrace,

As sunlight fades, with gentle grace,

Harvest moon in a sky's embrace,

Casting shadows in an ethereal space.

Orchards ripe with fruits so sweet,

Apples, pears, a delectable treat,

Cinnamon spice and pumpkin greet,

In the bounty of autumn, so replete.

Fields of gold and meadows wide,

Harvest's bounty, a source of pride,

Nature's canvas, with colors applied,

In the tapestry of autumn's stride.

So let us cherish this season dear,

With its crisp air and skies clear,

For in its beauty, we find cheer,

In the enchanting embrace of autumn's sphere.

written by AI