Misty dawn on cobblestone streets with frost and quiet fields

Prompt

The mist creeps in at early dawn, Soft as the breath of deer on lawn. Cobblestone streets, kissed by the frost, Recall the warmth of summers lost. Fields lie quiet, the harvest done, The fading light, a cooler sun. Yet still, the town feels rich with cheer, As autumn crowns the fading year. In Tewkesbury’s crisp, amber glow, The seasons turn, the rivers flow. And every breeze and falling leaf, Tells tales of time, both bright and brief Redraw