Under the autumn canopy, a story unfolds,
Of chestnuts and noodles, some thick and some thin,
With the rustle of leaves, the season's joys are told,
A simple meal where flavors blend in.

Chestnuts, gathered from the ground's amber hue,
Their tough shells give way to the boil and bubble,
In the kitchen, they soften, then glue,
Their richness to the pot, a subtle trouble.

The noodles, like the first snowflakes of winter,
Slide through fingers, a smooth and careful move,
They twist around the chestnuts, and tenderly deliver,
A mix of tastes, a moment they'll improve.

Spring's breath is a memory far away,
But in this bowl, autumn and winter's play,
A simple meal, nature's quiet lore,
Where chestnuts and noodles join, forevermore.