The daylight softens, fading from the sky,
As autumn\'s breath begins to cool the air.
The golden leaves like whispered secrets lie,
A burnished crown upon the forest\'s hair.
The world tilts slowly, balanced in between
The light and dark, a moment\'s fleeting grace.
The sun, though faint, still bathes the earth in sheen,
Before the night begins its steady chase.
Now harvest moons rise high, the fields abound,
As summer\'s fervour yields to slower days.
The quiet calls of dusk, the twilight sound,
Invite reflection in their softened haze.
A season\'s turning, measured, calm, and still,
The equinox has come, and bends our will.