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Autumn, like an Indian classical dancer, dressed up 
Arrives with soft rhymes and quickening steps
She comes aglow, aglow with a rare beauty
Dancing to the anklet’s tinkling song
Her floating robe falls in deep folds around her feet
As she mesmerizes all with her moves full of grace 

Viewing the flaming colors in assorted display
We are apt to wonder if Nature carefully saved up
All that is best for the closing grand finale
Autumn tints look enchanting all through the land
With pervading green, offset by crimson, citrus yellow
Flaming red, lustrous gold and a faded russet 
The air stays crisp and sweet in the ripening fields
While stray clouds ramble in a flawless turquoise sky

When autumn is thus all agog like a frenzied dervish
It gives us morbid pictures of death and decay
The trees wrestle to free themselves of their worn cloaks
Causing a cascade of withering autumn leaves
Now they fall scattered in endless stream and lie in piles
Like charred carcasses after a fierce forest fire
 
The rustle of dry leaves blown by the wind
Falls in our ears with the gabble of migrating birds 
Pale sunshine sifts through leafless trees of maple and oak
All those leaves once stayed regal in stations high
Now tossed out like worthless chaff

They come nose- diving and fall several meters below
Spreading a hazel curtain over the moist earthen crust
When trampled mercilessly by careless feet
They silently mourn their thankless fate

Graying that comes at the end of each autumnal fall
Reminds us of the pall of gloom that awaits
It is disturbing like the parting song of birds
As they fly southward before the onset of winter

June.15.2022

Poetry Marathon Mile.2.Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Tony
Originally posted in Sep.2021

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