When leaves of gold and red begin to fall,

And summer's warmth gives way to crisp, cool air,

I feel the season's magic call and haul

Me to a world where beauty is laid bare.

The trees, once green, now don their autumn dress,

A tapestry of hues both bright and bold.

The rustling leaves a symphony, no less,

Than any played by instruments of old.

The scent of wood smoke wafts upon the breeze,

And pumpkins line the fields with orange glee.

The harvest moon shines bright, as if to please

The earth below, a sight for all to see.

Oh autumn, how you charm and captivate,

A season that I cannot help but celebrate.