Autumn’s Gentle Hand
With autumn’s gentle hand, The world is kissed in gold, Leaves dance to the ground, In a symphony of color, Life’s canvas brushed anew.
The air, crisp and clean, Carries whispered blessings, As the earth sleeps softly, Preparing for winter’s embrace, A cycle of rest and renewal.
In this fleeting moment, I breathe deep the change, Embracing the beauty, Of nature’s fleeting breath, As time wraps me in its folds.
- Konstantīns Raudive