The Season of Endings and Conclusion: Autumn
I stepped outside
To see the world clearer
And to hear the mumbles
Of the wind
To feel the waves of wintry breeze
On my bare face with delight
I was standing beneath the brightest sky
Hearing the striking song of autumn singers
The golden crowned sparrow, Pine Siskin, Northern flicker and Robins
Breaking the silence with their chirps
Indicating the changing seasons
I saw the fall flowers blooming at distant
Making their unique colours visible
The yellow and red pansies
Stained my soul
With all the colours
And greet me by dancing on the beat of wind
Oh the purple, pink and white Aster flowers
Covering the entire landscape beds
Surrounded by hungry bees and butterflies
Sinking and settling with the beauty inside
The perfect purple fountain grass
Ablaze with energy
With burgundy-purple foliage
Making the sky looks more beautiful
Just like an old ancient painting
Red Dianthus and purple sweet Alyssum
Has marked their territories with
Great fragrance
And creep along the ground
To make beautiful carpet for land
Celosia brightened the land
Enchanted me with rare beauty
With their red and orange flame like blooms
Later I walked through the long forlorn road
Covered with fallen leaves
Of Oaks, Maples, Dogwoods and black Tupelo
And the sound of their rustle
Makes the road looks so dramatic and beautiful
I loaded my empty bag
With orange, yellow and Red leaves
Fallen on the ground
Shedded by their own trees
So hugging the earth for frantic grieves
While picking those left alone leaves
I saw bunch of bugs and worms
Like Boxelder, Asian lady beetle, earthworms
Sleeping under the pile
Thriving for dark, moist and cool place
The Shagbark Hickory trees
With yellow foliage
Resembles the golden gate of heavens
I laid under the shade of American Sweet gum
To read the stories of love and eternity
I sat beneath the Sugar Maple tree
To gather information about
“How to preserve the fall leaves”
I went back to my home
Enjoying the season fall
With hot cocoa
And warm clothes
Now each days being shorter than last
To encounter all the countless scores of beauty
And cold nights being longer
To recall and write all about the beauty encountered
With joy
- Srushti Gamit
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
© 2021 Srushti Gamit
