Poetry's Palette

Fall🍂

In the coziest café, a pumpkin latte's scent,
A fantasy novel, my mind fully intent,
In the realm of enchantment, where dreams unfold,
Where fairies and elves dance, and stories are told,
I peered out the door, and witnessed a sight,
Leaves, in hues of orange and brown, taking flight.
They whispered in whispers, a gentle call,
Inviting me to join their magical thrall.

The allure of pumpkin spice in the air,
Trick or treating, Halloween's affair,
Alone in my cozy home, I find contentment,
Decorating with pumpkins, a joyful sentiment,
Cooking pumpkin pies, sipping warm delight,
Autumn's magic fills my heart with pure excite.

I close the book, fix my scarf, and prepare,
To venture out into the crisp autumn air,
The park awaits, my green bench, my retreat,
Where thoughts flow freely, and emotions meet.

In the embrace of autumn's gentle touch,
I find myself enchanted, feeling much,
For within my soul, the season resides,
With every falling leaf, my spirit glides.

Surrounded by hues of orange and brown,
A symphony of colors, nature's crown,
The cold wind kisses my face, a gentle embrace,
In this moment, I find solace and grace.

In my diary, I pen the word "Autumn" with care,
Writing a poem, capturing its essence rare,
Brokenness, I realize, can hold its own beauty,
A tapestry of emotions, woven with subtlety.

The fragrance of coffee from the nearby shops, mingling with the air,
Whispers secrets of warmth, a love affair,
And in my heart, a gentle flame ignites,
A symphony of emotions, soaring to new heights.

Autumn's hues paint a canvas, vibrant and bold,
Leaves dancing in the breeze, stories yet untold,
Lovers strolling, hand in hand, hearts entwined,
Their presence, a warmth that lingers in my mind.

The vibrant hues of autumn's scenic display,
Paint a portrait of transition, in a captivating way,
From fiery reds to golden hues so bold,
Nature's masterpiece, a story to be told.
October's metamorphosis, a sight to behold,
For broken can be beautiful, it's told.

So let us embrace the fall, with open hearts,
For amidst the change, a new chapter starts,
In the beauty of the fallen, lies hidden grace,
A reminder that even in endings, there's a trace.

For without the fall, Alice's dream wouldn't unfold,
In Wonderland's wonder, her story would not be told,
So let us celebrate the fall, in all its glory,
And find the beauty in life's transformative story.