A hush falls over meadow and lane,
As autumn sings her soft refrain.
The days grow short, the skies turn deep,
And woodland secrets start to sleep.
Cider scents in the fading light,
A blaze of leaves before the night.
Each tree a torch of fleeting flame,
No two the same, yet all proclaim.
The beauty found in letting go,
In rust and gold, in twilight’s glow.
The breeze writes poems through the air,
On branches bare, yet proud and fair.
Beneath the quiet, life prepares—
In burrows, nests, and colder lairs.
Fall teaches time and change with grace—
A gentle end, a calm embrace.
My Thoughts- The poem talks about autumn and how everything starts to change. The trees lose their leaves, the days get shorter, and animals get ready for winter. It describes the season with a bunch of peaceful and calm stuff. It sounds like letting go is beautiful. It is basically just about how fall means things are ending, but it’s okay.