Fall

Crisp air nips the skin, Sharp as secrets whispered thin. Sunshine spills like liquid gold, Warming cheeks, both brave and bold. Leaves blush red, then gold, then fade, Dancing down in sunlit parade. Sky stays wide, a cerulean dome, Autumn's chill, yet never alone. Wind hums low, through branches bare, Teasing warmth with fleeting care. Sit back now, breathe it in- The quiet hum where cold meets skin.