Autumn's Whisper

As autumn whispers through the trees,

Golden leaves in murmurous dance,

The crisp air carries fleeting pleas,

Inviting all in nature's trance.

The harvest moon, a silver bride,

Illuminates the amber glade,

Where shadows and the twilight bide,

In silent serenades they wade.

With every rustle, secrets share,

Of days grown short and nights that chill,

It's in this stillness, hearts lay bare,

To autumn's kiss, a sweet, soft thrill.