Autumn, a Sonnet

The amber leaves drift softly through the air,

Like whispered truths that time can now release,

Each branch, once full, stands dignified and bare,

A gentle yielding, offering quiet peace.

The days grow shorter, yet the twilight sings,

With golden light that settles in the trees;

A fleeting warmth that only autumn brings,

A tender farewell carried on the breeze.

The earth grows still, as wisdom takes its place,

In every falling leaf, a lesson clear:

That letting go can be a form of grace,

And endings are not always cause for fear.

For autumn shows, as all things must depart,

There’s beauty still in every closing heart.