Autumn’s Whisper Leaves ablaze in fiery dance, a waltz of gold, a vivid trance, underfoot, a crackling song, a carpet rich, where I belong.

The crisp air carries scents of change, as nature dons her robe of strange, with every rustle, soft and low, a whisper of winter, soon to show.

In this mosaic, I glean the call, the beauty fleeting, yet lingering tall, a reminder that seasons fade away, yet in their cycles, we find our way.

• Thomas S P S Munch