In New Mexico, where the desert meets the sky,
Autumn drapes her cloak, as the fire leaves fly.
Golden aspens shimmer, a radiant, flickering blaze,
While the crisp, cool breezes bring whispers of praise.
The Sandias wear a crown of rust and gold,
While chili roasts in the air, a story retold.
Glimmers of sunlight dance on adobe walls,
As the vast open landscape in stillness calls.
Cacti stand proud, adorned with their hues,
While twilight beckons with deep indigo blues.
In this season of harvest, the heart finds its song,
In New Mexico’s autumn, where we all belong.