To Autumn Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A Yousef

O Autumn,
you arrive with a whisper,
a rustling of leaves,
golden hues spilling across the landscape,
crisp air wrapped around the earth,
yet your beauty carries a weight,
a heaviness that tugs at the heart.

The sun hangs low,
a weary traveler bidding farewell,
casting long shadows on the ground,
where remnants of summer linger,
like memories slipping through fingers,
fragile, ephemeral,
each moment a fleeting sigh.

You paint the trees in a palette of decay,
crimson and amber, a farewell embrace,
yet beneath the vibrant tapestry,
lies the sorrow of what has passed,
the laughter of children,
the buzzing of bees,
the long, lazy days stretched under the sun.

Fields once bursting with life,
now stand silent,
grain laid low,
a harvest gathered, yet uncelebrated,
the echoes of joy swallowed by time,
as frost creeps in,
a thief in the night,
stealing warmth,
leaving only the chill of remembrance.

O Autumn,
you are a bittersweet symphony,
the music of change playing softly,
reminding us that beauty,
like the sun, must set,
that every ending carries a longing,
a nostalgia for days painted in light.

Yet, in your sorrow,
there is a softness,
a gentle acceptance of the cycle,
the promise of rest,
the quietude before the frost,
the hush of nature in slumber,
preparing for the rebirth of spring.

So let us walk together,
through the golden fields,
the cracked earth,
the quietude of fading days,
embracing the beauty in the sorrow,
the light in the shadow,
the inevitable farewell,
as we gather the remnants of summer,
and hold them close,
like fragile dreams,
as we bid adieu to the sun,
and welcome the stillness,
of your fleeting embrace.