In Hues Of Gold

In hues of gold, and crimson bright,

Autumn arrives, with gentle might,

The summer’s heat, now laid to rest,

As nature dons, her autumn vest.

The sun’s embrace, no longer sears,

But casts a glow, that gently cheers,

The air is crisp, with hints of chill,

As leaves begin, to gently thrill.

The days grow shorter, nights grow long,

As nature sings, her autumn song,

The birds prepare, for southward flight,

As shadows dance, in fading light.

The fields are ripe, with golden grain,

Awaiting harvest, without strain,

The trees adorned, with fiery hue,

As nature bids, the old adieu.

Autumn arrives, with gentle grace,

A time of beauty, and embrace,

The summer’s fire, now turned to embers,

As nature slumbers, and slowly remembers.

So let us welcome, autumn’s charm,

With open hearts, and outstretched arms,

For in its beauty, we find rest,

As nature prepares, for winter’s test.

Autumn arrives, in gentle guise,

A time of change, before our eyes,

A season of beauty, and delight,

As summer bids, its fond goodnight.