Autumn Night Poem by Medha Singh

Autumn Night



It all breathes at the start,
there, the abandoned cart.
Here, the careless ease
the solitary fatigue
the softness of flight
your pupils alight
on a quiet road, winter night
the street light, on
then off, then on
then off, then leaves
in the breeze, circling
it all. The visceral silence
of autumn's call.

Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,beauty,nature,nature walks,seasons
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