Amber lanterns crown the trees,
Shaken gently by the breeze,
Whispers drift on cooling air,
Promising a world laid bare.
Golden harvest, fields at rest,
Summer’s fire within the west,
Shadows lengthen, stars appear,
Night’s soft mantle drawing near.
Children laugh on crimson leaves,
Mothers gather what earth weaves,
Fires crackle, stories told,
Warmed by embers, hearts turn bold.
Autumn sings her solemn song,
Teaching us we can’t belong
Forever in the blaze of spring
For loss itself is blossoming.
