"Phantoms of the Fading Season"

Upon the winds‚ the autumn phantoms glide‚

Their whispered voices‚ soft as dying leaves.

Through golden woods‚ where fading echoes hide‚

They dance in silence‚ casting gentle grieves.

The trees stand bare‚ their limbs in mournful sway‚

As shadows stretch beneath the amber sky.

The sun‚ now weak‚ begins to fade away‚

And in the dusk‚ the spirits linger by.

Their footsteps leave no trace upon the ground‚

Yet every rustle holds a tale untold.

In autumn’s breath‚ the ghosts of time are found‚

Their fleeting forms like dreams of pale and gold.

So listen close when twilight casts its spell—

For autumn’s ghosts in secret shadows dwell.

"Echoes of Autumn"

As golden leaves drift gently from the tree,

The echoes of the past knock on my heart.

It brings a warmth of times when life felt free;

I smiled bitterly, wishing to restart.

We often look forward to summer's breeze,

But find our fragile hearts burned by its flame.

The world’s loud hum, like swarming, restless bees,

Drowns out the quiet dreams we cannot name.

It's the calm and peace we seek, isn't it?

Like sipping coffee on an autumn day,

Warming our hearts, though just a little bit,

To face the seasons' change without dismay.

Life is a journey of different seasons,

Like autumn's glow, fading for quiet reasons.

"Unraveling the Phantom of Autumn"

Amidst the season of melancholy,

Where the flower of joy calmly withers,

The phantom in my heart slithers slowly,

Failing to fend, I shatter to splinters,

Held captive by the memories I fear,

Deeming myself undeserving of love,

A silent scream that only I can hear,

Although forlorn, I set my sights above,

The absence of warmth is felt even more,

Phantom of fall, your reign is soon over,

You're a horror I must face, not abhor

To bid farewell to the days of somber,

You were bittersweet 'til the very last,

Your true form unveiled; regrets from the past.

"The Painter's Lament In Autumn"

Canvas and brush doth paint her beauteous face

Once vibrant and bright, now thy color's fade

Leaves do falling like sorrow tears sans grace

Branches strong-hand thy withered and jade

Sable's soft touch bore me to epoch past

Persephone's marketh summer's warmth to end

Gazing fireflies aloft, thus shall our last?

Thus Phoebus' dream bids thee farewell, dear friend

Behold! Thy portrait mingle shade and tone

Autumn's breeze whisper mirkly in mine ear

Mighty sun's ray petrified in stone

Shadow's waltz in moonbeam doth strike fear

Mine heart doth ache, thy face coat by gray's taint

Albeit nature's mystic draws me to paint

"Glistening Star"

Ravishing beauty, thou dost shine so bright,

Radiant eyes dazzle like the morning dew,

A glistening star doth illume the night,

And in thy touch, my heart doth sing anew.

Thy lips, they curve in the dearest, gentle smile

That doth entice and captivate my soul,

In thy embrace, I find my peaceful isle,

Where love and triumph do make my heart whole.

But oh, fair maid, how fleeting art thou here,

For time doth steal thee from mine eager sight,

Memories fondly regarded, so dear

And longing's ache, that doth afflict my heart.

Yet still, I'll cherish every fleeting glance

And in thy love, find sweet, pure romance.

"Echoes of the Harvest Moon" 

Upon the trees, the leaves like whispers fall,

In hues of gold, they dance on autumn's breath,

The chill of dusk, a soft and haunting call,

As daylight wanes, it speaks of life and death.

The harvest moon, a lantern in the night,

Illuminates the paths where shadows creep,

Each rustling leaf, a memory in flighting,

Of summers past, now buried deep in sleeping.

Yet in this ghostly beauty, hope there remains,

For every end, a promise to renew,

The cycle spins, as nature heart regains,

A vibrant pulse beneath the skies of blues.

So let us walk where autumn's spirit glows,

And find the peaceful that in its stillness flows.