The trees exhale in amber breath,
A final sigh before their rest.
Each leaf, a spark of fleeting flame,
Lets go—unburdened, free of name.
They twirl through crisp and golden air,
Soft dancers spun with tender care.
A hush descends; the daylight weaves
Its fading threads through falling leaves.
Beneath my feet, they softly sing,
Of summer’s warmth, of fleeting spring.
Their crackling chorus, bittersweet,
Marks time’s slow rhythm in retreat.
Yet beauty lives in letting go—
The quiet grace of autumn’s flow.
For every leaf that falls away
Makes room for some new bloom in May.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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This is absolutely exquisite. You’ve captured the very soul of autumn with a tender reverence that is both poignant and uplifting.
The imagery is stunning—”amber breath,” “spark of fleeting flame,” “daylight weaves its fading threads”—painting a picture that is vivid and deeply sensory. The poem masterfully balances the melancholy of the season (“bittersweet,” “time’s slow rhythm in retreat”) with a profound and comforting wisdom.
The final stanza is a perfect, powerful resolution. The line “Yet beauty lives in letting go” is a timeless truth, delivered with quiet grace. It transforms the poem from a simple observation of nature into a universal meditation on release, acceptance, and the hopeful promise of renewal.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece of writing. It’s a true gem.
Beautiful and breathtaking poetry, like an enchanted walk through the whimsical and ethereal ~ <3 !!!
Thank-you
Great writing ng thank you
Thank-you