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Autumn Speaks

At times my world is foggy and nippy

rainy and droopy..

I am rolled in a niche of fickleness

My colors and glory may be  blurred with  mist

And my sun is shaded with grey 

Or may shine brightly with temperate heat

I am wishing to stay long and nurture

this barren land with my fecund desire

Waking up in the first light of hope

When the world is reluctant for colder grope

I make your barn swells with harvest

From my garden of bounty  wrought

By  frenzy wind , gentle rain and

stormy nights..

All these scourges must I meet?

To strew your dreary trail with blazing

foliage hues..

And turn your frigid-melancholic confine

mirthful...

As time unfolds, my trees may be bare

and unsightly...

But  limbs are bold and strong, fit

to stand the heaving harshness

of winter...

And have survived from muted desertion

and silent struggle...

Decayed proceeds of earth, I scatter

to bring forth spring flowers

and pleasure...

My landscape is always an inspiration

for lost and seekers...

to poets and writers...

 

I am always a delight in your wonder gape

Mysterious, short-lived yet haunting...

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