Autumn’s Farewell Leaves of amber float down softly, In the crisp air, a chill speaks so loftily. Nature’s palette shifts as daylight wanes, Autumn’s farewell, a dance without chains.

Whispers of winter brush against my cheek, In the hushed tones of dusk, the silence speaks. Each falling leaf, a memory released, A cycle completed, nature’s great feast.

• Alexei Kruchyonykh