Poem: The Magic of Fall

In whispers soft, the breezes sigh,
As leaves like lanterns drift and fly.
A tapestry of gold and rust,
The world transforms, as seasons must.

The sun hangs low, a warming glow,
Casting shadows, long and slow.
Crisp air dances, a playful tease,
With hints of spice in every breeze.

Pumpkins glow on doorsteps bright,
While apples blush in harvest light.
The crunch of leaves beneath our feet,
A symphony, both wild and sweet.

Sweaters hug as nights grow cold,
While stories by the fire unfold.
The magic weaves through every heart,
As nature paints her timeless art.

So let us wander, hand in hand,
Through golden fields and quiet lands.
In fall’s embrace, we find our place,
A fleeting moment, a warm embrace.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie