Fall of Life, of Season
Comes Fall, trees seem to rehearse Spring’s splendour,
Leaves shine forth with the colours of autumn,
I muse on my innings to come, unsure,
What my new journey would be like then on.
To me, autumn spreads in air Spring-like whiff
When every leaf wears smile of a flower,
As if to hint: no life need suffer grief,
Death no more than heralds life’s fading power.
Linger on a li’le more, Fall, at thy crest,
Let my soul imbibe thy lavish grandeur,
I scarce know how Fate’s feathered my new nest,
But let me imbibe all of autumn’s lure.
O Fall ye seem to say: I fall to rise,
And from my old age its echos arise.
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Sonnet |Nov 2023| fall, autumn, death
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