As the leaves begin to fall,
And the air becomes crisp and cool,
I find a sense of comfort,
In the season of autumn's rule.
The colors of the trees,
Are a sight to behold,
A tapestry of oranges, yellows, and reds,
A sight that never gets old.
The sound of rustling leaves,
Beneath my feet as I walk,
Is a comforting reminder,
That the world still has its talk.
The warmth of a cozy sweater,
And a cup of hot cocoa too,
Is the perfect combination,
For an autumn day to ensue.
The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon,
In the air, and in my home,
Brings a feeling of comfort,
That's impossible to postpone.
The shorter days and longer nights,
Are a time to slow down and reflect,
And to find comfort in the beauty,
That this season does project.
So I embrace the season of autumn,
With its warmth and beauty so true,
And find comfort in the simplicity,
Of all that it has to imbue
