October Rhapsody
On the turning wheel of time the seasons come and go,
and I feel them, discern them by their distinct footprints,
etched on nature’s canvas where unique images they imprint,
making their mark on my landscaped life, I call a meadow.
Simmering summer sauntered away on sun’s fiery rays,
turning the arid pasture into a slice of fawn wasteland.
In the whispering woods where the tinged trees stand,
I now hear the footfall of autumn in these October days.
As gold-plated leaves weave latticed splendor at autumn’s call,
tawny canopy touches the sky blazing at dawn’s sunburst flare.
Lying enthralled on dew-draped meadow I feel the nip in the air,
rippling in divine cadence with the rustling leaves as they fall.
October 5, 2020
Contest : October
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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