Autumn paints the world in hues of gold,
A canvas painted by Nature's hand.
Leaves fall like rain, a story untold,
A gentle dance across the land.

The air is crisp, a bite in the breeze,
A feeling of change, a new season's start.
The sun sets early, casting long trees,
A silhouette against the twilight's heart.

"It's raining cats and dogs," the people say,
As heavy showers drench the earth below.
But even in the rain, there's a certain way,
A beauty to be found, a peaceful glow.

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch,"
A proverb is true, in every season's tide.
So let us wait, and watch, and catch,
The beauty that autumn will provide.

"A penny saved is a penny earned," they'll say,
As squirrels gather nuts for winter's keep.
A lesson learned, in every season's fray,
To save and store, and wisely reap.

"The early bird catches the worm," they'll sing,
As farmers harvest crops before the frost.
A timeless truth, that seasons bring,
A lesson learned, at any cost.

The wind howls through the trees, a mournful sound,
A harbinger of winter's icy grip.
But still, the beauty can be found,
In nature's grace, a hopeful flip.

"A stitch in time saves nine," they'll tell,
As people prepare for winter's chill.
A wise old saying, a magic spell,
To ward off trouble, and avoid ill.

The leaves crunch underfoot, a crispy sound,
As children play, and gather fallen leaves.
A joyful time, where peace is found,
In nature's beauty, where the spirit grieves.

"A rolling stone gathers no moss," they'll say,
As squirrels scamper, busy as can be.
A lesson learned, in every season's fray,
To stay active, and be free.

The sky is painted in hues of pink and gray,
As the sun dips low and casts its final light.
A moment of peace, a perfect day,
A farewell to autumn, a goodnight.

"A friend in need is a friend indeed," they'll say,
As people gather, to share warmth and cheer.
A timeless truth, that seasons convey,
The importance of friendship, year by year.

The harvest moon shines bright, a silvery sphere,
A beacon of hope, in the autumn night.
A time for reflection, a time to cheer,
For all the blessings, that make life bright.

"A watched pot never boils," they'll say with glee,
As children wait, with bated breath.
A playful saying, full of glee,
A reminder of patience, in every season's death.

The air is filled with the scent of wood smoke,
As fireplaces crackle and cast their warm glow.
A cozy feeling, a comforting yoke,
A reminder of home, where love will grow.

"Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today,"
A proverb wise, for every season's time.
A timely reminder, to find a way,
To make the most of life, and shine.

The birds migrate south, a feathered flight,
A journey taken, to escape the cold.
A natural instinct, a guiding light,
A reminder of life's cycles, to be bold.

"A clean slate is a fresh start," they'll say,
As the new year approaches, a time to mend.
A hopeful message, to find a way,
To leave the past behind, and ascend.

The trees stand bare, their branches stark and cold,
A silhouette against the winter sky.
But still, there's beauty, a story untold,
In nature's cycle, where hope will fly.

Autumn's tapestry, a woven thread,
Of proverbs and phrases a timeless art.
A reminder of wisdom, that's never dead,
A treasure to cherish, a work of heart.

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