Colours of Creation
In sweet October's heart so rare,
Autumn whispers through the air.
A symphony of gold and red,
Leaves dancing where their branches led.
The crisp embrace of harvest's kiss,
Nature's bounty, pure bliss.
Apples ripe and pumpkins bold,
A cornucopia to behold.
Blessed beyond words, I find,
In the gentle rustle of the wind.
Colors paint my thoughts so bright,
October's canvas, pure delight.
Winds that silence worries old,
A soothing balm, a tale untold.
October's story, bold and grand,
Written in the foliage, across the land.
Copyright © Chiranjibi Paudyal | Year Posted 2023
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