Autumn’s Veil Beneath the boughs of autumn’s grace,
With leaves that shimmer, fall, and trace
A carpet rich in hues so bold,
A story of summer’s tale retold.
The twilight air, with scents so clear,
Whispers of harvests, drawing near;
An amber glow, the sun descends,
As nature’s beauty subtly bends.
Let us walk this path of quiet hues,
And gather ‘round the golden views.
In autumn’s arms, a fleeting dream,
We pause to savor life’s bright gleam.

• F T Palgrave