Autumn’s Whisper: An Original Poem

In autumn’s fiery blaze of gold,
When leaves break free, their stories told,
They dance on winds of fierce descent,
Like women bold, with purpose bent.

The trees, once strong, now bare and stark,
Release their grip, embrace the dark.
Yet in the fall, they find their might,
A quiet strength, a silent fight.

For every leaf that tumbles down,
Is like a queen who sheds her crown,
Not lost, but free, in wild descent,
A power in each moment spent.

The harvest moon, a glowing guide,
Reflects the fire we hold inside,
As autumn whispers, soft but clear,
The time for change, for strength is here.

So let the leaves, like banners, wave,
For every woman, strong and brave,
Who in the fall, stands tall, unbowed,
A force of nature, fierce and proud.

In autumn’s chill, we find our fire,
A blaze of hope, a deep desire,
To rise, to fight, to claim our place,
With autumn’s strength, and endless grace.

Sloan Stephens

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