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 … Continue reading Poem: The Magic of Fall