An autumnal howl
To ears, unrefined!
Cello-strung, each of these winds'
Twig-struck vibrations.
Angry and deranged
Which noise so maligned.
To her, a heartache nurses
Salve, if sad, through songs.
Golden fantasy
Crispy like a falling leaf
Waits for a new birth
In this mid autumn,
I could not imagine to see
Cute roses and flowers,
In uninhabited desert area
In its natural condition
But, that what had happened!
Wonderful neat surprise!
leaf-peeping pastime
longing, watching leaves falling
autumn’s amber change
when
i asked
a person
like me
do you
want to go
towards the light
or
towards the darkness
he
replied
when
i was inside
a mustard seed
i was
only a mustard seed
i did not want
to become
the storm
of autumn
and again
when
i dissolved
into the colour
of the Aparajita
and became
blue
i did not tell
any sailor
of a submarine
in the voice
of rain
that there is
an east
with my name
written on it
now
tell me
light
or darkness
who
will help me
put on
the clothes
of an orange
amber leaf falling,
autumn carries it farther
than the branch can dream
season
rolls on
hot days’
blaze strays
blue sky
clouds fly
hued scene
fleets in
awesome
autumn
grass few
dons dew
ground calls
bronze falls
trees own
bare crown
leaves wilt
lose lilt
they fold
film gold
rustling
leaves sing
fall song
prolongs
golden
garden
Monet
display
Grey, overcast sky,
autumn chill surrounds
a somber graveyard:
it's Remembrance Day;
I whisper a prayer
to my late Granddad.
Written: September 25, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Verified by HMS.COM: 5 - 5 - 5 - 5 - 5 / Syllables
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Beneath copper sky,
One red leaf trembles
Upon Mother's grave;
The wind lifts its edge.
I reach to hold it—
Her hand slips through mine.
I love summers
going with whim,
being with him.
What can compare
to no schedule, no plans,
the cool of martinis
or beachside bikinis?
an underdressed me,
outright hedonism,
shapeless Freedom.
I love Fall
The hustle of classes
their immediate demands
the need for fierce focus,
and the challenge of exams.
The overprepared me,
intense, mental involvement,
a future, academically solvent.
two such separate worlds
that can never collide
which is actually better?
I can't decide.
Both are simply systems with costs
the texture of one, depends on the other
and neither state is fully sustainable.
.
.
Songs for this:
Wake Me Up When September Ends by First to Eleven
Another brick in the wall by Pink Floyd
Darling you’re a picture show
In the albums we possess
Are you resting there? I know
That you weren’t keen to rest
Couldn’t you somehow remind
What the spirits are about
Give a tip I fail to find
Deep within me, and without
Darling it’s the autumn wind
Blowing here, and leaves are flying
Unprepared for winter’s stint
Weeds and grass are slowly dying
With the first stroke of the frost
Summer ends, and we get older
Though we aren’t as old, as lost
In the eye of the beholder..
Our sheep, goats, and cattle have been brought in, for in autumn,
they have no need of Alpine pastures. Foods we store in autumn.
Tonight we will feast, then sing and dance to the beat of drums.
Love for our community we outwardly pour in autumn.
Although the moon glows tonight in our clear skies,
my thoughts of gloom I can’t ignore in autumn.
Those who live outside my village cannot know
the beauty of our ancient lore in autumn.
Lahore and Islamabad lure our youth away.
They flee the Fairy Meadows’ splendor in autumn.
Oh, apricot and walnut tree and vine of grapes,
won’t they be missing you all the more in autumn?
Golden leaves, pines and walnut trees and snow-capped peaks!
Here is Heaven, which many adore in autumn.
Our young may stay, becoming guides within our mountains.
Nature’s beauty the tourists come explore in autumn.
Pollution from the outside world is changing things.
Still we live long and strong, and we soar in autumn.
As a simple Kho, I say all changes I abhor,
yet I smile, welcoming you here when you’re in autumn.
Autumn, of your rainy eve
Dreamiest imprints leave
Believe, one drop, once to step in
Thereby translated are
Shopfront, lamp, and for a chaise*
Pathed, alleyed, roaded ways
A-daze, what's soft as silk, unto
A more cultured era.
* Horse-drawn carriage; for one or two
Oh, how I’m longing to float to my death
Not e’er again heave sweet CO2 breaths
Each of us whirl with a dance all our own
Loosed by a mistral and heavenly-blown
All of our lives we’ve provisioned The One
Synthesized O2 with bright from the sun
Tasting the rainfall whene'er a cloud burst
Wetting our folds for the deep-rooted thirst
And now in the autumn endeavor the spring
Let loose our branches to dance and to sing
Trading our green for the shades of the sun
Zanzibar waits when our last waltz ... is done.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Autumn leaf changes
Green into amber color
Longing to fall down.
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