Whispers of Autumn’s Soul

 

Cool breezes whisper, soft and low,

Across fields where wildflowers used to grow.

They brush my face like a lover’s hand,

Drawing me closer to the land—

A land that changes, bold and bright,

As summer fades to autumn’s light.

 

Leaves blush in colors rich and rare,

In hues the summer couldn’t bear:

Amber, scarlet, gold so deep,

The kind of beauty that makes you weep.

Each tree a fire, alive with grace,

Transforming every simple space.

 

The wind stirs echoes of the past,

Of laughter shared, of moments vast.

These breezes cool, yet somehow warm,

They touch my soul, they change my form.

I breathe them in, these hints of chill,

That climb the spine and prick the will.

 

There’s magic here in autumn’s spell,

A quiet depth, a fragile swell.

It draws the heart toward things unseen,

Where life is raw, where thoughts are keen.

I walk alone through forests red,

But somehow feel my soul is fed.

 

The world lets go with each small gust,

As leaves descend like ancient dust.

They fall like lessons, gently cast,

To teach me that nothing can last.

The self I knew in warmer days

Begins to shift, in quiet ways.

 

I sense my edges start to fade,

Like leaves that drift in twilight shade.

Each step I take upon this ground

Leaves some part lost, another found.

For autumn strips what’s green and bright,

To bare the soul in softer light.

 

And so I let go, breathe it in,

Let autumn’s coolness seep within.

The rustling leaves, the air so thin,

Remind me where I truly begin.

In every leaf that spins and sways,

I see reflections of my days.

 

For as the trees release their hold,

Their branches thin, their colors bold,

They know that beauty’s fleeting spark

Must bow before the coming dark.

So too, I feel my own release,

In autumn’s arms, I find my peace.

 

The fading blooms, the grasses dry,

The aching stretch of silver sky,

All tell me life must ebb and flow,

That loss and gain are friends I know.

These empty fields, once thick with green,

Now teach me truths I’ve seldom seen.

 

The dreams I clung to, fierce and tight,

Begin to soften in this light.

Autumn, with her cooling breath,

Reminds me not to fear this death.

For every leaf that falls to ground

Leaves space for something more profound.

 

A time will come when spring returns,

When sunlight fills the world that yearns.

But now’s the hour of quiet grace,

Of learning how to slow my pace.

To savor colors deep and wise,

And feel the earth, beneath cold skies.

 

Each footfall stirs a crunch of leaves,

Each breeze a tune that softly weaves

A song of loss, of letting go,

Of how the seasons ebb and flow.

I am the leaves, the bark, the tree—

This autumn change lives deep in me.

 

The squirrels store their winter’s need,

The birds take flight on gust and speed,

While I, in stillness, stand alone,

Yet feel a kinship softly grown.

They prepare for the cold to come,

And I prepare, in ways now numb.

 

In all this shifting, earth and sky,

A piece of me begins to die.

Yet in the death, I find a birth,

A deeper love for this old earth.

The crisp air bites, but leaves behind

A sharper, clearer state of mind.

 

For I am autumn, shedding fast

The things I thought could always last.

I’m letting go of summer’s ease,

Of bright, warm suns and simple trees.

And as the days grow short and gray,

I find my light in this decay.

 

What once seemed cold, I now embrace,

These breezes chill, yet somehow grace.

They strip me down, they make me bare,

And leave me lighter in the air.

My soul a leaf, my thoughts a breeze,

Dancing with the turning trees.

 

In hues of gold, in rust and flame,

I find myself both lost and named.

The world may fade, the trees may sleep,

But in this silence, I am deep.

Autumn, with her wise disguise,

Awakens truth within my eyes.

 

So as the colors bleed and blend,

And all things lovely come to end,

I take this lesson close and tight—

To find my grace in autumn’s light.

For as the cool winds drift and roll,

I feel the autumn in my soul.