This is a shortened version of a ghazal poem I posted last week. Since ghazal uses a last word in line two of every couplet, I created a different version of that form (minus the rhyming word in front of each autumn word) to show a summary of what I wrote about a northern highland village in Pakistan. This poem could be representative of any village in that area, where climate and pollution are changing their environment. Therefore, it's written from the perspective of a person living near the beautiful Fairy Meadows (a tourist attraction which entails riding in a jeep up a dangerous road and then a lot of hiking with the help of local tour guides.) For more details, see my poem "In Autumn."