Autumn's Mystery Poem by Waseem Sherif

Colored leaves of Autumn's flair
Swaying their way down in despair
Northern wind, then, blows again
Carries them with palms of air

When such journey is in play
Nostalgia seeps into my days
I feel the cold wind of Misteer
And the blue eternal waves

Washing over me in full scale
Purifying my quill as it sails
Sharp yet flowing, making its way
To all that is a mystery
At the far end of the maze

© 2016


FOOTNOTE: 'Misteer' is a name of a natural area in my town. it's basically part beach part woods.