Autumn Song

In the quiver of leaves, secrets sigh,
Whispers of autumn as soft winds fly;
With colors bold and fading now,
The earth dons her mantle, a golden brow.

Days drown in shades of amber delight,
The sun sculpts magic through the waning light;
Yet in this beauty, a tender ache,
The heart feels heavy, as shadows awake.

Sing the song of what was before,
In each vibrant hue, memories explore;
Fall is a mirror, of life’s sweet decay,
Yet leads us to spring in a curious way.

• Charles Baudelaire