Autumn’s Dance

Leaves crumble beneath our feet, a tapestry of gold and bronze, as the autumn sun kisses the horizon, its soft glow a farewell to the warmth. Yet in this decay lies beauty, a transformation whispered in rustling tones, a cycle that embraces endings, a promise wrapped in the chill of the air.

Every gust of wind, a reminder of the passing, as trees stand tall, shedding memories, draped in a gown of fleeting colors, a moment frozen in the heart of change.

• Cecilia Ludovica Morandini