Swirling leaves of gold and crimson
drifting on a chilly wind,
slowly settle in the meadow,
heralding the summer's end.

Sunlight fades a little faster
with the passing of each day.
Crops wait, ready to be gathered-
nature's bounty on display.

Evening's song grows ever softer
as birds start their southern flight,
while the first fire in the fireplace
warms a cold and frosty night.

Autumn days bring sweet contentment,
time to slow life's hectic pace;
Time to linger in the beauty
of fall's majesty and grace.

||Ruth Fiori Poynor||

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