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 leaves descend, gently gracing the ground,
Each delicate landing, a symphony of beats,
Nature's percussion ensemble, as our souls meet.

And as we journey through this mystical hour,
The air wraps around us, giving us its power,
I breathe in deeply, a scent of earthy musk,
Autumn's perfume, an intoxicating dusk.

The aroma of bonfires, wisps of smoky delight,
Drifting in the frost-kissed air, star-filled night,
The crackling embers sing their melodic refrain,
A scent that lingers, capturing memories in its chain.

In this frozen moment, senses intertwined,
A tapestry woven with memories undefined,
A moment in time, where beauty takes its hold,
Through sight, sound, and scent, this story unfolds.

So cherish this sensory dance, forever treasured,
For moments like these are so beautifully measured,
In the tapestry of life's fleeting parade,
These are the moments that memories are made.
© Poetic Wolf