A stunning ode to autumn’s quiet decline—perfect harmony of imagery and soulful rhythm, embracing change with grace.

Gold threads in the twilight’s sigh,
Fields kneel low to gather light—
A harvest of amber and sigh,
The sun dips low, reluctant to part.

Leaves, once crisp as a summer’s vow,
Now rustle lullabies on the breeze,
Echoing tales of a world turning slow,
With roots deep in earth’s sweet cease.

Hands cradle leftovers of the land’s ephemera—
Corn husks, crumpled roots, a quasiled lantern’s glow,
As dusk drapes its shawl, warm and languid,
And the world holds its breath to let the light go.