The solace lies in the onset of autumn,
Melancholy breaks with the rustling of leaves.
I lull beneath the deciduous tree,
Embracing the gladdening wind.

The fall foliage benches long for the ‘devoted duo,’
As faded rays of sun filter through the balmy sky,
Underlining the house finch’s rose-red crown.
Unspoken words linger in the whispering wind,
The scent of pine evokes memories
Of times when I was lost for words.

Leaves scatter upon the ground,
Transforming the streets into a barren landscape,
Yet the radiance slipped past their notice.