Oh Autumn, season of change and decay,
Your leaves turn golden, then float away.
The trees stand bare, their limbs outstretched,
As nature's colors dance, in hues unchecked.

The breeze carries scents of ripe fruit's sweet,
And earthy smells, that linger at our feet.
The air is crisp, the skies are bright and clear,
As if to celebrate, the year's last cheer.

The fields are dry, the harvest's done,
The crops are in, the barns are full and fun.
The farmers rest, their work well done,
Their labor's reward, a peaceful sun.

The children play, with leaves and sticks,
Their laughter echoes, through woods and kicks.
Their joy is pure, their hearts so light,
In Autumn's embrace, they take flight.

The days grow short, the nights grow long,
The stars appear, in endless song.
The moon is bright, the nights are cool,
As Autumn's beauty, our hearts do rule.

So let us cherish, this fleeting time,
And bask in Autumn's gentle rhyme.
For soon, the winter's chill will come,
And Autumn's beauty, will be undone.