Autumn Shades

Shades of autumn, with a palette bright,
In golden whirlwinds once more intertwine.
Beauty-Autumn in her red dress,
Stirs poets who write tuneful tales.

Golden fields are wrapped in a shawl,
Morning mist embraces the dew's delight.
With the first chills, a hint of sorrow will call,
The trace of warm days soon fades from sight.

Brushstrokes on canvas – with autumn's hues,
In each one, a touch of gentle sadness persists.
Colours of autumn, with amber shades infused,
Delight the artists, painting autumn's mist.

On picturesque canvases, the light is subdued,
The day drifts into contemplations deep,
Making way for the evening's quietude,
To be followed by dawn’s awakening sweep.

In autumn's paintings, the colors are warm,
With spiced tones that enchant and bewitch,
In a red coat, the rowan is dressed,
Bright orange leaves in their curls, they enrich.

And in this moment, as the world grows still,
Golden autumn whispers to us so tenderly:
'Life is memory,
That, like the sea, is boundless and free!'

Remember the laughter of children in parks,
The whisper of trees shedding leaves in the breeze,
The dreams that transform into daylight sparks,
As autumn's shades dance with effortless ease.