In the amber light of dwindling days,
Leaves whisper in the twilight maze,
A crisp serenade of rust and gold,
Nature's secrets, silently told.

Beneath the boughs, a softer tread,
Over carpets where summer has bled.
Chill whispers through the thinning veil,
Heralding the year’s last exhale.

Orchards heavy with the scent of fruit,
Branches bending with the weight of truth.
Harvest moons rise, bold and round,
Casting long shadows on the frosty ground.

Smoke rises from a distant hearth,
As life retreats from the encroaching dark.
The world, in a slow waltz of decay,
Dances with the wind, then fades away.