Autumn’s Farewell
Its beauty lives in each bright day.
The leaves fall gently, one by one,
Whispering their farewells to the sun.
Golden, crimson, amber bright,
They dance upon the winds of night.
The trees stand bare, their branches cold,
A story of the seasons told.
The air turns crisp, the days grow short,
Winter waits at autumn’s court.
But in each leaf, a spark remains,
A memory of summer’s gains.
And though the autumn fades away,
Its beauty lives in each bright day.
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Astonishing
I really love all there is about the season of Autumn from raking leaves and jumping in them to harvest time, and everything in between. My favorite time of year.