GeekSusie

Autumn\'s Symphony: A Solitary Stroll

In the soft and gentle hours of dawn,

When the world is wrapped in dreams,

I step into the crisp embrace of morn,

Where all is more than what it seems.

 

The dewy grass beneath my feet,

A silvered carpet kissed by night,

Gleams with promise, pure and sweet,

In the early morning\'s tender light.

 

Leaves of gold, and red, and brown,

A cascade of autumn\'s art,

Whisper secrets to the ground,

As I walk with quiet heart.

 

The world is mine, and mine alone,

A private Eden rich and wild,

I breathe in life with every tone

Of nature\'s song, so undefiled.

 

A squirrel\'s chatter, a bird\'s soft call,

All join in my soul\'s refrain,

In fall\'s embrace, I am enthralled,

A symphony of joy and gentle pain.

 

For autumn\'s gift is brief and dear,

A fleeting magic, rare and fine,

But in these moments, pure and clear,

I find a peace that\'s wholly mine.

 

© Susie Stiles-Wolf