Whispers of Fall
Golden light through amber trees,
A hush of wind, a gentle tease.
Leaves like embers drift and spin,
Autumn’s song begins again.
Crisp air hums with orchard sweet,
Boots and laughter, crunching feet.
The world slows down, the colors call—
There’s magic in the heart of fall.
A Day of Small Things... 
Amy, your poem is very sweet!! I love the family photos and everything shared for this lovely harvest season… Happily sharing at Share Your Style #474 for you this evening! ❤
Happy fall hugs,
Barb 🙂
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