Autumn Poem by Amar Agarwala

I smell autumn's fragrant touch,
Soft and silken with pale hues
That paints its tender daintiness -
In wondrous shades & half tones,
Leaving weary and forlorn hearts
Aflutter with olden memories,
And many with thoughts of love.

I touch withered maple leaves
Scattered along the side-walk,
Perhaps they are broken hearts
Waiting for divine intervention
From their painful agonies;
A plight that none can behold.

I see gray clouds disappearing
Beyond a brilliant blue horizon,
Leaving behind a dry freshness,
Urging trees to turn shameless
And let winds help them disrobe.

I hear sweet, myriad twittering -
Of birds celebrating an early dusk
Along with the nocturnal beasts;
With Venus gesturing at twilight.

I feel it is to pause awhile, before
Daylight evaporates into ether
For shadows to finally convey -

Magical secrets to dark angels
And to the darkness of the night.

Wish I could decipher them!
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