Autumn's breeze i can feel,
The winds are blowing,
the leaves have sunk.
Fields of Orange,
Summer is done.

The Fall of The Amber leaves,
The quite whispers of Autumn's glow.
Winter is near,
Animals will rest.
now it is time to be at best.

Leaves descend in rust and flame,
The breeze repeats October’s name.
Twilight lingers, soft and slow,
Fields wear coats of golden.
Crows cry out through the  thinning light,
As Autumn leans into sight.

we write,
in the shadows.
And spill our souls in ink.

Our thoughts drip,
onto unwritten papers.
and we let,
Our hands flow.

Each line,
a drop of our feelings,
Each Stanza,
A pool of our emotions.

So let us write,
not for the world,
but for ourselves,
on this blank page,
let us bleed,
bleed ink.

Amber whispers on the breeze,
Drifting down from golden trees.
Dancing flames in crisp delight,
Swirling soft in autumn light.

Crackling paths of rust and red,
Nature’s quilt beneath our tread.
Falling leaves, a fleeting sigh,
Kissing earth and waving goodbye.