Perhaps in a year, I will see you all

It is the sublime moments of autumn's grace,
Leaves are dancing but at a slower pace,
Wearing hues of amber, yellow, and gold,,
Beneath the blue sky, what a show they hold.

Impermanence lives, summer days recede,
It is time to listen to the garden’s needs.
Thank the perennials for their summer blossoms,
The joy they gave was nothing but awesome.

The sun stays low, horizon it hugs,
And hallelujah, no more bugs.
Smoke curls from chimneys to the sky,
In autumn's embrace, sit content, you and I.

It is 6 pm and darkness abounds,
Birds in their nests make some sounds.
Wrapped in the cocoon of my own cozy retreat,
Times for hot chocolate warm and sweet.

Watching changes, mortality stirs,
Time remaining could be a spur.
It is autumn of life, and another page falls,
Perhaps in a year, I will see you all.

(but no guarantees)