The Magic of Fall

The Magic of Fall

The air turns crisp, the daylight fades,
As amber light in forests sways.
Leaves, once green, now burn with fire,
A painted sky, a soft desire.

Pumpkins blush in fields of gold,
And harvests ripe, both bright and bold.
The scent of apples, fresh and sweet,
In every breeze, in every street.

Cozy sweaters, fireside glow,
Cider warming, spirits slow.
The earth prepares for quiet rest,
While we, too, pause and feel our best.

The days grow short, the nights grow long,
A lullaby, a quiet song.
As autumn whispers, "Let things go,"
We find new roots in what we know.

So, in the crisp and fading light,
We gather peace, we hold on tight,
To all the wonder autumn brings—
The magic of the fall's soft wings.