The leaves have turned
Golden brown
Like the twilight sun
A little drop of sadness inked-
All the day’s fun
Although it heralds the Winter
Autumn has some beauty
In grimness
The riot of colours ephemeral, is bright
In it’s dimness
Chill, inching closer indicates
That Summer is on the run
The soft and verdant leaves
Now falling crisp and fragile
The withering flowers sagging
Do not anymore smile
The orange hued atmosphere
Looks like it’s about to burn
It’s paradox of Nature
It’s melody and resonance
Is often marred by
Jarring unsavoury dissonance
A beauty with a difference
With mood swings mercurial
Nature has many shades
Scanty rain brings rainbows
When sunrays permeate
It seems a pot of gold
Has suddenly overturned
The heat of sweltering Summer
Moves towards the cold
Autumnal warm zephyr
Whispers many tales untold
Where midsummer nights’ romances
Are woven and spun
Love is in the air
Despite fading vibrance
Discordant melody, broken rhythm
The season shows it’s imbalance
Apprehension spoils the joy
Lest icy days return
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India
A nice poem on ‘Autumn’, the season representing the transition from Summer to Winter!
One cannot really afford to remain indoors without enthusiastically enjoying the graceful beauty of Autumn, with yellow, orange, and red colored leaves spreading like a carpet of flowers on the ground below the trees!
Can’t we say the season represents the ripe age of mankind?
If Summer can be better, Autumn we surely can consider the best!
Talking of Autumn, it’s worth hearing what George Eliot had to say:
“If I were a bird,I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns”.