Ode to Autumn's Embrace **

** The air grows crisp, a gentle chill, As summer's warmth begins to still. The leaves, once green, now take their hue, In shades of gold, and crimson too. The sun, a painter, paints the sky, With hues of amber, deep and high. The wind whispers tales of change and grace, As nature's beauty takes its place. The trees, once proud, now stand so bare, Their branches reaching, filled with care. They shed their leaves, a gentle fall, A tapestry of colors, covering all. The scent of earth, so rich and deep, As nature slumbers, fast asleep. The harvest moon, a silver gleam, A beacon bright, a tranquil dream. Autumn's embrace, a time to pause, To savor beauty, break the laws Of summer's heat, and winter's cold, A season golden, to be told.