The Language of Fall

The Language of Fall

Crisp air, cloudy skies, rain-kissed trees,
Nature whispers, preparing for sleep.
Pumpkins glow in fields of flame,
Scattered bright across the farmer’s claim.

Children’s laughter fills the maze,
Dancing through the golden haze.
A hayride rolls through rustling leaves,
While warm donuts scent the autumn breeze.

Hot cider cradled in eager hands,
As colors blaze across the land.
Fall awakens the senses anew,
With every step, a world in view.

So pause,
Breathe deep,