Flickers of Fall

Inward winds rustle the amber leaves,
a gentle heart begins to show,
beneath the sky's fading blue,
I watch the light begin to fall.

Soft fields, their colors spread,
the earth hums gently as day wanes thin,
time rolls onward, as it does,
leaving behind its patient grip.

Tender roots cling to the soil,
their strength unbroken through the shift,
life remains in countless forms,
steady as seasons softly draw.

I watch the shadows stretch and fold,
and feel the weight of twilight's strain,
yet in the dusk, there burns a fire,
a hope that flickers, steady, bright.

Looking inward, I feel the change,
as nature bends with quiet grace,
each step I take beneath this light,
brings solace through the air's embrace.

Lingering warmth in every breath,
a softness lingers in the breeze,
the air, though cool, wraps gently 'round,
it carries whispers meant for me.

Moving through these gentle streams,
life flows onward, touched by time,
and though the seasons take their turn,
there's beauty in this endless climb.

I see beyond the haze-a glow,
casting light upon the earth,
and though the days may dim and fall,
there's still a promise in the ebb.

Steady turns along this road,
lead me through the quiet storm,
for nature's breath renews the earth,
where brighter days are yet to gleam.

Soft rains fall and blur the view,
but clarity will come once more,
for nature brings with it the peace,
of knowing what lies yet in store.

Trusting all that I've been shown,
by time's own gentle guiding hand,
through every fall, I stand reborn,
as nature leads me ever on.

Hushed now, the dusk begins to fall,
as trees release their gentle hold,
and in the quiet of this night,
I sense a longing, calm but bold.

Even now, the fire remains,
though this season's heart is in its prime,
and though the chill begins to rise,
its warmth still holds me, soft and kind.

Keeping close what once was near,
though time may fade, it still remains,
for nature whispers through the leaves,
and light emerges from the haze.

In time, the dawn will come again,
and with it, life will bloom once more,
for nature's grace restores the glow,
and carries us where paths unfold.

Seasons turn, and hope persists,
as leaves give way to gentle earth,
and in this cycle, something stirs,
a yearning that defies the birth.

Softly now, the morning breaks,
and colors rise to greet the day,
through nature's lingering, I still find
the glow that never fades away.

• diimaan (26/10/2024)