Whispers of Autumn - Poem

Whispers of autumn in the trees do sigh,

Their voices soft, a melody so sweet.

They fill the air with secrets kept awry,

In rustling leaves, their stories find retreat.

Amidst the fading leaves, they gently lie,

A symphony of colors, pure and discreet.

Nature's canvas painted with a loving eye,

As whispered tales of seasons' change repeat.

In golden hues, the sun begins to die,

The days grow shorter, darkness takes its seat.

Yet in this quietude, a beauty does lie,

A transformation, wondrous and complete.

They fill the air with secrets kept awry,

These murmurs carried by the breeze's feet.

The whispers, like a gentle lullaby,

Guide the world into slumber so sweet.

A whispered promise of memories gone by,

Of summer's heat and flowers now deplete.

Autumn arrives with a wistful sigh,

A tapestry woven with threads bittersweet.

Whispers of autumn in the trees do sigh,

Their stories told in each leaf's heartbeat.

As days grow cooler, beneath the sky,

Nature's secrets in their branches meet.

The air turns cool, a briskness draws nigh,

Yet beauty lingers in every retreat.

Amidst the quiet, creatures' softest cry,

A symphony of change, tender and fleet.

As nature's canvas paints a stunning feat,

With hues of amber, red, and golden wheat,

The whispers gather in each rustling sheet,

A chorus of farewell, memories replete.

With every passing gust, they amplify,

Invisible hands plucking the strings so neat.

Leaves cascade down, a dance to mystify,

Autumn's grace in every twirl complete.

A chorus of farewell, bittersweet so fleet,

As trees stand bare, a silhouette discrete.

Yet within their branches, the whispers meet,

A timeless song that nature will repeat.

And as the seasons shift with rhythmic beat,

The whispers of autumn fade and then repeat.

In whispers soft, the tales are made replete,

Nature's secrets held in their retreat.

So, in the rustling leaves and wind's gentle sweep,

Listen closely to the promises they keep.

Whispers of autumn in the trees so deep,

A treasure trove of secrets, buried not too steep.

Amidst the trees, autumn's whispers sigh,

Their gentle voices, melodies so sweet,

With secrets veiled, they fill the air and fly,

In nature's rhythm, heartbeats softly beat.

Amongst leaves fading, their whispers lie,

A symphony of colors, discreet and neat,

They paint the world with hues that reach the sky,

Where earth and heaven in a dance entreat.

As daylight wanes, the sun begins to die,

Shorter grow days, as twilight takes its seat,

Yet in this shift, a beauty underlies,

A choreography of seasons, each discreet.

A promise whispered, memories fly by,

Of summer's warmth and blooms now in retreat,

Narrating tales of laughter reaching high,

In leaves that rustle, memories repeat.

Autumn's whispers, a gentle lullaby,

Soft serenades that fleetingly compete,

As if the earth itself begins to cry,

For days of old and moments bittersweet.

With cooler breezes, nature draws nigh,

A brisk caress upon the cheek, so fleet,

Transforming landscapes 'neath the open sky,

A change profound, yet wondrously replete.

On nature's canvas, strokes of hues comply,

Amber, scarlet, gold – a palette so elite,

Autumn's tapestry, a tale that will imply,

Transition's beauty, ever so discreet.

In gusts that pass, their voices amplify,

Whispers from the trees, a sound so sweet,

A chorus bidding summer a goodbye,

In fleeting echoes, beauty finds its seat.

They hint at life's impermanence, oh my,

While sharing lessons that our hearts may greet,

To treasure moments as they flutter by,

For in their fleetingness, treasures to meet.

So, lend an ear to whispers soaring high,

In their embrace, a wisdom to repeat,

As autumn sings its ballad 'neath the sky,

The world's enigma softly, gently fleet.

Through verses whispered, nature's truths belie,

A change in rhythm, sights and sounds compete,

Autumn's secrets whispered in reply,

A symphony of life, forever sweet.

As days grow cooler, and leaves take flight,

Embrace these whispers, gentle, pure, and rare,

Within their words, a universal light,

Lessons of cycles that we all must bear.

Secrets awry, a hushed and tender rite,

To find beauty in moments everywhere,

Autumn's whispers guide us through the night,

In whispered hopes, find solace from despair.

The symphony of seasons takes its flight,

In whispers soft, life's tapestry laid bare,

Autumn's embrace, a dance of sheer delight,

A testament to life's intricacies, so rare.