In Autumn's embrace, let us wander close,
A frozen moment, none but us doth know,
With senses entwined, let this tale unfold,
A symphony of senses, a story to be told.

On a misty morn, when skies paint gold and gray,
Whispers of the wind start dancing in our way,
With sight as my guide, I catch a glimpse so rare,
A canvas of colors, an ethereal affair.

I see the leaves, ablaze in fiery attire,
A medley of reds and oranges, a burning desire,
They pirouette upon the breeze, a leafy ballet,
As if nature herself composed this grand display.

Softly, like a whisper, I hear the rustling sound,
As...