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