The chill in the air leaves me breathless as I tag along.
To listen to the gentle reminders of autumn’s parting song.
The squirrel is chuckling happily hoarding his hefty stash.
As the cardinal dances softly on the branch of a crimson ash.
Every tree tells a story of their beauty fading as the leaves fall below.
While the rippling creek whispers a soft harmony to flow.
The endless lullaby of fall enchants all who overhear.
Until next year I wait, for a new melody to endear.