Autumn’s House

Amidst the house of autumn's hue,

A season's tale unfolds, both old and new,

Where leaves descend in a graceful dance,

In nature's fleeting, bittersweet romance.

 

The air grows crisp, a whispered lullaby,

As summer's warmth gives way to cooler nights,

Yet in this change, a beauty can't deny,

For fall's a painter, her works filled with vibrant lights.

 

Each leaf a brushstroke, crimson, gold, and brown,

In their descent, they gently fly down,

Adorning trees like gowns of royalty,

A fragile, transient act of loyalty.

 

Harvest's bound fills the rustic earth,

A feast for senses, flavors to explore,

In every orchard, vineyard, and hearth,

Autumn's rich tapestry, we do adore.

 

But in this season's splendor, we must see,

A deeper truth, a life's duality,

For as the leaves must fall from every tree,

In the end, there's the promise of vitality.

Posted in response to the challenge Fall: Writing.

Cheesy_GarlicBread

CA

14 years old

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