Dear Autumn
Dear autumn
At last!
You come.
You approach like an intense passion—
who can overcome death
by the seasonal charm and melody?
The leaves are falling down,
making the trees empty and bare,
to make their souls visible.
How beautiful it looks!
Autumn—
you are the eye of the season.
Like a sun,
you radiate your aura.
Yesterday, the sun painted the horizon
with orange colour.
You looked sublime,
aesthetic like a painting of Monet.
Few leaves on the trees—
they are replenishing
the void of nothingness.
Autumn—
the season of mellow fruitfulness.
The smell of vegetation
is all around the cosmos.
A mild wind blows
to mark the beginning
of your existence.
Srijani Dutta is from Chandannagar, India. She is an independent researcher and a writer–painter. Her creative writing and paintings have been published in literary journals.
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