Poem by Sunita Paul
Autumn
Autumn,
The season of fall
The season where again to rise with head held tall
The season of letting go
The season to move with the flow
Autumn, the mystery laden breeze
The whispers and silent chaos in the falling leaves
The gorgeous sunset as the crowning glory
She looks like the girl with Auburn hair in the story
Autumn is like a prelude to the cold and dead winter
However the matured eyes still shine and glitter
Ripe, enriching and beautiful
Autumn is like completion of a circle full
The season also shows us a way
After each end there’s a new beginning, come what may !
©® Sunita
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