Under the Autumn Sky: Reflections on Change and the Passage of Seasons

It takes a steady hand and a bold heart to tame the wild west.

Under the vibrant, autumn sky,

The rustling leaves weave tales that sigh.

A cowboy rides through fields of gold,

Reflecting on the stories told.

The chill in air, a whispering breeze,

Carries memories like fallen leaves.

With spurs that jingle, he rides alone,

The tightening reins now feel like home.

Mountains loom, dressed in amber hues,

Their shadows deepen, a softer muse.

Each winding trail, a chapter penned,

Of time that shifts, yet never ends.

As day breaks free from night™s embrace,

He finds his strength in natures grace.

For seasons turn like a rhythmic dance,

In autumn™s glow, he takes his chance.