Autumn – The Season of Amber

Tis’ the season of Autumn, the season of hope and

‘Autumn’ – the enchanting season of vivid rich amber,

With the aeolian winds lending us symphonies of fall;

Quaint lanes filled with the scent of fallen pine cones,

Acorns ousted from their trees – bracing for winter;

Little girls singing and deftly picking sweet chestnuts,

Whilst it reminisces the lost times of our childhood;

Sitting by my window, gazing at the trees over yonder,

My heart sinks when their leaves fall down with grace;

Later at sunset, the skies bloom into a mystic paradise,

The trees filter a komerobi, flaunting their vivid hues,

Cottony clouds etch empyrean murals in the welkin;

Then, night arrives! breathless, filled with languid grief,

Dreary silence – akin to the pallor of the cold moon;

Witnessing longer nights and shorter days ushered,

By the loud hooting of distant owls and the incessant

Crackling noises of a kindled autumn bonfire;

These dull days pass by – yearning and beckoning,

For something unknown, yet devouring our soul;

While nature implores us to set aside our trepidations,

To live life with zeal and grace, despite bloom or fall;

Autumn – gently untwines the despair of our past,

Surmising us that even mother nature begins anew;

The season of fall – teaches us the impermanence of life,

That, betwixt birth and death, ‘change’ is the only constant!

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