My Soul Is Autumn 🍁 🧸 📖
September 26, 2025•80 words
You are the hush between the leaves,
the warmth a fading sun still weaves.
A soul that sees in endings, too,
the quiet start of something new.
You find your home in golden skies,
in whispered winds, in soft goodbyes.
Where others rush, you choose to stay,
and let the world drift slow, decay.
A lantern heart, with gentle flame,
that carries love through change the same.
You love the fall because it’s true:
the autumn season lives in you.