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