Autumn Leaves

Crisp the air, and golden light,
As Autumn weaves her cloak so bright,
The leaves, like flames, in colors grand,
A tapestry upon the land.

They dance and twirl in breezes cool,
Nature’s art, a silent rule,
Though falling down, they softly lay,
In beauty’s arms, they find their way.

Oh, fleeting time, how swift you glide,
Each leaf a memory, side by side,
In Autumn’s grace, I learn to see
The beauty held in letting be.

• Margaret Munro