Autumn - The Season of Amber
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‘Autumn’ – the enchanting season of vivid rich amber,
With the aeolian winds
lending us symphonies of fall;
Quaint lanes filled with
the scent of fallen pine cones,
Acorns ousted from their
trees - bracing for winter;
Little girls singing and deftly
picking sweet chestnuts,
Whilst reminiscing the
lost times of our childhood;
Sitting by my window, gazing at the trees over yonder,
My heart sinks when their leaves fall down with grace;
At sunset, the skies
bloom into a mystic paradise,
The trees filter out a komerobi,
flaunting their vivid hues,
Cottony clouds etch
empyrean murals in the welkin;
Then, night arrives!
breathless, filled with languid grief,
Dreary silence – akin to
the pallor of the cold moon;
Witnessing longer nights
and shorter days ushered,
By the loud hooting of
distant owls and the incessant -
Crackling noises of a
kindled autumn bonfire;
These dull days pass by –
yearning and beckoning,
For something unknown,
yet devouring our soul;
While nature implores us
to shove aside the foreboding,
To love ardently with
grace, despite bloom or fall;
Autumn - gently untwines
the despair of our past,
Surmising us that even mother
nature begins anew;
The season of fall –
teaches us the impermanence of life,
That, betwixt birth and
death, change is the only constant!
