In Kentuckyβs hills, the cool winds blow,
As autumn whispers, βItβs time for a show.β
The air turns crisp, with a gentle bite,
A dance of the seasons, from day into night.
The leaves burst forth in a fiery display,
Crimson and gold, they twirl and sway.
Maples and oaks wear their finest attire,
A kaleidoscope blooms, set the woods on fire.
The smell of the earth, rich and profound,
Hints of cider and spices abound.
Bonfires crackle, a warm, glowing light,
As stories are shared βneath the starsβ gentle sight.
The fields stretch wide, with pumpkins aglow,
Hayrides and laughter, where memories flow.
In Kentuckyβs embrace, as the world slows down,
Fall paints a portrait of beauty renowned.
Mina Beckett