The leaves painted brown naturally.

The forest floor carpeted dry,

Leaves fallen hither and thither.

Trees standing tall,

with naked grasses,

Struggling with last fraction of freshness,

Remaining nature heeds the call of Autumn.

The clear blue sky gives hope of clarity,

Warmth is all we cry for intensity,

Heat fades, Autumn is busy,

With growers on harvest.

A time awaited with much labour,

And expectation to rejoice and celebrate,

The gift of the season for reasons galore.

The temperature drops everyday.

Days and nights are becoming freezy.

Life gets harder as we imagine the birth of a winter.

Cracking of soles and lips are unbearable and unavoidable.

Everyone has to bow down to the mighty call of nature.

                                                                                       ~ Yeshi Nidup

                                                                                             Phuentsholing, Bhutan