Autumn leaves fall, a mosaic of fire, In vibrant cascades, they dance on the ground; Each crunch beneath foot a reminder of change, In this fleeting moment, all love is profound.

The air turns crisp, a herald of frost, And the world dons a cloak, of gold and brown; In the heart of this season, I gather my thoughts, With nature reminding me, in beauty, I drown.

• Sigbjørn Obstfelder