In hues of amber, crimson, and gold,
The season of enchantment unfolds.
As summer wanes, and twilight calls,
Behold the beauty of sweet fall.
The leaves descend in a graceful dance,
A symphony of nature’s romance.
They flutter, twirl, and softly sway,
On the gentle breeze of a cool day.
The trees adorn their festive dress,
A tapestry of nature’s finesse.
A mosaic of colors, rich and warm,
Like a painter’s stroke in every form.
The harvest moon, a radiant sphere,
Casts its glow on landscapes dear.
In the twilight’s amber gleam,
A whispered lullaby, a fleeting dream.
The scent of cider fills the air,
Apples ripe, a gift so rare.
Pumpkins carved with faces bright,
Guarding homes in the dark of night.
The sun, with gentler touch, descends,
A painter’s brush, it gently bends,
The days grow shorter, the nights grow long,
A tender prelude to winter’s song.
In the stillness of a misty morn,
The world awakens, all forlorn,
Yet, in this melancholic trance,
A mystic aura, a second chance.
A fleeting season, a transient art,
A masterpiece, a work of heart.
For in the cycle that never ends,
Each fall, a cherished gift, transcends.
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