Autumn Time
AUTUMN TIME
When summer dissolves in parting rains
under sapphire sky soft breeze glides,
north wind spreads mist film in air,
pearls of dew crown fawn grass.
Umber leaves wilt slow,
wait winter’s call,
blushing trees
face the
fall.
Birds
sing with
tawny trees’
tune of rustle
on painted garden.
In the blue hills yonder
silver tinged joyful clouds dance,
cadence stirs my enchanted mind,
my muse writes poem of autumn time.
August 23, 2019
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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