Whispering Autumn

The Prelude
Leaves drift down softly, like whispered secrets,
Red and gold dance in the cool air,
Each leaf holds a memory, a promise nearby,
The heart starts its quiet journey.

The air turns sharp with untold tales,
Bare branches stretch, unbothered by chill,
As daylight fades and shadows grow,
Love, like nature, begins to rest.

Fires pop, a cozy welcome,
Pumpkin aromas and gentle pauses,
Yet in this decline, hope sparks anew,
For love, too, starts its gentle pursuit.