Autumn’s Departure

The Quiet Farewell
Autumn whispers a soft goodbye,
As the last leaves dance, drifting high.
A season of letting go,
Of fading beauty, slow.

In this goodbye, there’s no sorrow,
For love, like autumn, holds tomorrow.
The heart lets go, learns to be free,
For love is powerful, even if it’s not easy.

In the calm of fall, a connection stay,
For love, like seasons, finds its ways.
Even in goodbyes, something stays true,
The hope that love will bloom anew.