Crimson leaves on branches sway,
Autumn’s touch in every way.
A tapestry of red, orange, and gold,
In the cooling breeze, our stories unfold.
Harvest moon and pumpkin’s glow,
As the days grow shorter, the fireside’s aglow.
In the falling leaves and crisp air we breathe,
Autumn’s beauty, a gift we receive.
The forest aflame in a fiery dance,
Leaves cascading in a joyful trance.
In this season of change, we find our grace,
In the vibrant colors of autumn’s embrace.
Apples ripe and cider sweet,
The crunch of leaves beneath our feet.
As nature prepares for her winter’s rest,
In autumn’s beauty, we are truly blessed.