Poem: A Walk in the Fall

The morning hush, a golden glow,
Leaves drifting soft, released and slow.
The trees let go with gentle grace,
Their colors spilled in every place.

Amber, crimson, rust, and flame,
Each leaf a whisper, none the same.
They crunch beneath my steady tread,
A quilt of autumn gently spread.

The air is crisp with smoky breath,
A scent of change, of life and death.
The wind, a painter, swirls the sky,
And geese call out as they pass by.

The sun hangs low, a copper fire,
Its touch both chill and warm desire.
Each step I take, a step through time,
As nature hums its dying rhyme.

But oh, the peace this season brings—
The quiet song the forest sings.
A walk in fall, a fleeting stay,
In earth’s soft sigh before decay.