Where Autumn Falls In Virginia Poem by Natasa To

October comes to Virginia dressed in gold,
With stories in the mountains and secrets to be told.
The sugar maples blaze in scarlet, amber, and flame,
And every winding country road whispers your name.

The Blue Ridge Mountains wear their royal autumn crown,
While clouds drift past their ridges and the sun sinks slowly down.
Along the Skyline Drive, where the distant valleys glow,
I'd hold your hand through falling leaves and never let you go.

The Shenandoah Valley stretches beneath a sky of blue,
With patchwork fields of harvest gold and morning's silver dew.
The air smells sweet of woodsmoke, apples, and the rain,
And every breeze that stirs the trees brings me to you again.

Through Charlottesville's quiet vineyards, where the grapevines turn to red,
Past old stone walls and farmhouses with leaves like embers spread,
I'd steal a kiss beside the vines as daylight slips away,
And wish the sun would linger just to keep you here to stay.

In the orchards near Winchester, where apples hang like jewels,
And country barns stand weathered beside the harvest fields,
I'd pick the reddest apple and place it in your hand,
Then promise you a lifetime, wherever we may stand.

Along the winding roads near Luray, where autumn colors spill,
The mountains hold the evening light, the world grows soft and still.
The Shenandoah River catches the last light of the day,
As golden leaves drift on its skin and slowly float away.

And down in old Virginia towns, where church bells softly ring,
Where porches glow with lantern light and crickets greet the evening,
We'd sit beneath a harvest moon, wrapped in a woolen shawl,
While oak leaves tumble through the dark like nature's final call.

Perhaps we'd drive through Middleburg, past fences, farms, and fields,
Where chestnut horses graze beneath the autumn sky's soft shield.
With winding lanes and rolling hills beneath the sunset's fire,
I'd find in you the one true thing my heart could ever desire.

For autumn here is more than leaves or mountains dressed in flame;
It's every little place I see that somehow speaks your name.
It's coffee warming both our hands on a chilly morning walk,
It's fingers intertwined in mine, no need for words or talk.

And when November strips the trees and frost silvers the ground,
When bare branches reach toward heaven and winter gathers round,
I'll pull you close against my chest while cold winds cross the land,
For even when the colors fade, I'll never loose your hand.

Let winter come to Virginia, let snow dust every hill;
Let rivers run beneath the ice, let nights grow deep and still.
For seasons change, and leaves must fall, and years will hurry through,
But every autumn, every road, will lead me back to you.

So let the Blue Ridge turn to gold, let crimson maples glow,
Let the Shenandoah carry all the dreams we used to know.
For if I had one place on earth to love you my whole life through,
I'd choose Virginia in the fall—and every fall with you