Whispers of the Soul

Fall

The Sound of Silence

In the gentle embrace of autumn's soft sigh,
The world slows its rhythm, as time drifts by.
Leaves fall like whispers, a golden cascade,
Blanketing earth in a quiet charade.

The air holds a stillness, thick with the chill,
Nature pauses, takes breath, in this tranquil thrill.
Crisp apples hang heavy on branches, still bare,
While shadows grow longer in the fading glare.

The rustle of leaves, like secrets exchanged,
Each rustling echo feels softly arranged.
Squirrels nestle close, their chatter subdued,
In this peaceful retreat, a calmness imbued.

The sky, a canvas of muted gray hue,
Holds whispers of rain in the clouds, soft and blue.
A distant crow caws, the only refrain,
As the world holds its breath, awaiting the rain.

Ponds mirror the stillness, reflecting the sky,
With ripples that dance like a gentle goodbye.
The scent of damp earth mingles with pine,
In the silence, there's solace; the moment divine.

Wrapped in a sweater, I wander the trails,
Where silence is golden, and tranquility prevails.
Each step on the path feels like a slow song,
As I linger in stillness, where I truly belong.

So here in the quiet, where thoughts can take flight,
In the hushed, tender moments of fall's fading light,
I find my reflection in nature's embrace,
In the sound of silence, I discover my place.