Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rookie (11/26/1971 / New York)

The Coming Of Autumn - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

The sun rises over the buildings and through the mountains
another rainy day
but today is different.
the colors of autumn shine through the mist
pumpkin colored leaves tremble in the cool morning breeze
the world is alive... and dying.
the feelings flow over the apex of the hills
the color radiates from here...
from me!
I am autumn, I am the color
I am alive
I am dying
The mother of all things takes my life
leaving me with the skeletons of trees.
and hard cold earth.
I will sleep now.
she has won.
but in the spring...
I will come again!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 12, 2005

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