Ode to the Autumn Lover

She moves through autumn like a whispered breeze,

Her soul alight with leaves that dance and twirl,

Each step a rustle through the amber trees,

Each glance a tribute to this changing world.

Her heart beats in the rhythm of the fall,

When foliage glimmers in golds and reds,

And trees stand proud, though knowing soon they’ll sprawl,

Their crowns laid gently on the forest beds.

The sky, a canvas brushed with fleeting light,

Draws out her wonder—oh, how wide she sees!

An aerial view of hills in autumn’s might,

Painted with passion by the changing trees.

See loves the season’s grace, the crisp, cool air,

The bittersweetness found in time’s embrace.

For every leaf that falls without despair

Teaches her heart the art of fleeting grace.

Her joy is rooted deep in autumn’s song,

Where endings bloom, and all feels right, not wrong.