Whispered fall of California

AI generated photo — Using this poem as the prompt.

In the land of endless dream,
in the city, love calls home,
seasons glide silently —
a gentle tide of time.

Here, you barely notice,
wrapped in the warmth of the sun,
how quietly fall tiptoes in,
draping golden hues at your feet.

The sun, now a weary traveler,
retreats early to the west.
and I, a child of the moon’s embrace,
welcome nights that take day’s place.

The air, crisp with a hint of sea,
carries whispers of fall.
In these longer nights, I find
reflections of an introspective mind.

Under the moon’s silver gaze,
I find the meaning of love —
in the quiet, in the change,
in the whispered fall of California.

As stars pepper the indigo sky,
our hearts sync with the universal rhythm.
In this hush, our dreams intertwine,
like leaves in the autumn wind.

In every sunset’s fading light,
In every chill that the night brings,
there’s a story, old yet bright,
of love, dreams, and ephemeral beings.

AI generated photos — Using this poem as the prompts.