Autumn Beuty | Poem
The air grows crisp, a whispered shift,
As summer's emerald hues begin to drift.
Then bursts of glory, painting wide,
Where nature flaunts her vibrant tide.
A fiery kiss on maple's cheek,
The oak turns rust, a story to speak.
From crimson robes to spun gold light,
The forest blazes, bold and bright.
Beneath the boughs, a lavish spread,
Of leaves like jewels, softly shed.
They crunch and whisper, a gentle sound,
As ancient beauty wraps the ground.
The scent of earth, and woodsmoke thin,
A cozy feeling from within.
The sun, a low and golden gleam,
Reflecting in a tranquil dream.
Oh, fleeting splendor, rich and deep,
A harvest that the heart will keep.
Before the stark, revealing snow,
Autumn's quiet magic starts to glow.
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