An undefined nature's portrait...

A poem about fall

I remain dumbstruck,
at the mesmerizing sight,
when crisp sunburnt leaves of the golden apple orchard,
join the frisky wind for a twirling ride.
No words can define,
this exquisite transition awaiting under the october sun,
when Autumn is neither a demise nor a debut,
but the immortal charm of ever-juvenile souls...

Author's Note

Where should I improve?