The wind is dancing through the trees,
With cinnamon dreams and laughing leaves.
She twirls the moon in threads of gold,
And whispers, “Fall’s begun — behold!”

Pumpkins grin along the lane,
Ghosts play tag in the mist and rain.
Fairies sip cider, owls keep time,
While bats beat rhythm to midnight’s chime.

Candles glow and apples gleam,
It’s sweater-weather’s sweetest dream.
The Wind Woman smiles, her lantern sways,
Inviting you to join her plays.

So grab your cocoa, pull up a chair,
Magic and mischief fill the air.
For autumn’s spell is wild and free—
And it’s always better shared with me! 🍁✨