Autumn mood again

Children fade away with time,
From our lives to their own prime.
Lullabies once sung so sweet,
Now tickets bought, their paths complete.

For them, it's spring, for us, just fall,
Alone at the station, we recall,
Seeking meaning from nature's grace,
Standing together, in warm embrace.

Autumn returns, alive on the fence,
A traffic light, a fiery pretense.
Summer leaves not in its time,
Mountains of fallen foliage climb.

September quarrels with summer's reign,
The outcome clear, year after year's refrain.
The moon's disc, like porcelain fair,
With delicate patterns, barely there,

Gazes sadly, reproach in its eyes,
At the yellow forest, where the platform lies.
The locomotive, roaring in its might,
Approaches like an autumnal storm's delight.

And the yellow leaf, torn by a gust,
Paints patterns in the air with trust.
Now, I see better, I must confess,
Your face, your thoughts, in pure finesse.

Closer we become, as friends and kin,
For this is life's hidden meaning within.