The Fall Attraction Poem by Natasa To

She walks in boots through amber air,

A scarf like fire wraps her throat—

The scent of cider in her hair,

A leaf-kissed wind beneath her coat.



He watches from the pumpkin stand,

A smile as crooked as the moon.

She lingers near the apple brand,

Their hearts both ripening too soon.



The world's a blaze of rust and gold,

A fleeting flame before the frost.

But something warm begins to hold,

A glow found just when light feels lost.



They talk of maps and hayride trails,

Of haunted barns and twilight skies—

Their laughter echoing with tales,

A spark behind October eyes.



No promises of endless spring,

Just cocoa hands and chilly cheeks—

A tender, sweet, unhurried thing

That only fall, in magic, speaks.



So let the leaves fall where they may,

Let harvest moons rise into night—

The fall attraction knows its way:

To burn, to warm, then fade in light.