Autumn, like an Indian classical dancer, dressed up
Arrives with soft rhymes and quickening steps
She comes aglow, aglow with a rare beauty
Dancing to the bracelet's tinkling song
Her floating robe falls in deep folds around her feet
As she mesmerizes all with moves full of grace
Viewing the flaming colours in assorted display
We are apt to wonder if Nature carefully saved up
All that is best for the closing grand finale
Autumn tints look enchanting all through the land
With pervading green, offset by crimson, citrus yellow
Flaming red, lustrous gold and a faded russet
The air stays crisp and sweet in the ripening fields
While stray clouds ramble in flawless turquoise sky
When autumn is thus all agog like a frenzied dervish
It gives us morbid pictures of death and decay
The trees wrestle to free themselves of their worn cloaks
Causing a cascade of withering autumn leaves
Now they fall scattered in endless stream and lie in piles
Like charred carcasses after a fierce forest fire
The rustle of dry leaves blown by the wind
Falls in our ears with the gabble of migrating birds
Pale sunshine sifts through leafless trees of maple and oak
All those leaves once stayed regal in stations high
But now tossed out like worthless chaff
They come nose diving and fall several meters below
Spreading a hazel curtain over the moist earthen crust
When trampled mercilessly by careless feet
They silently mourn their thankless fate
Greying that comes at the end of each autumnal fall
Reminds us of the pall of gloom that awaits
It is disturbing like the parting song of birds
As they fly southward before the fall of winter
I can visualize the arrival of autumn through your beautiful poem... Just love the way you described it.... Awesome awesome a beautiful reminder... Let's welcome every season with a smile on the face as we know after autumn comes the spring..10.
Nature in the guise of an Indian classical dancer appearing in the autumn is no doubt mesmerizing as also it's narration in the first part of the beautifully conceived poem. It's aftermath, though, is filled with melancholia due to appearance of trees and forests after shedding the foliage with motley hues. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Your description of nature is so deep. I like it so much.
Beautifully penned the changes in nature with the advent of autumn .Enjoyed the flow.Thanks for sharing
Old age is like autumn, we are born for all seasons. But there is no season of death. I have seen dying the buds before they could spring in flowers and I have seen flowers that survive even the most hostile seasons. Valsa george has nicely painted the autumn of life in an attractive manner.
I saw the title at Bri's showcase but couldn't read it that day. With fall around us it is so much of a pleasure to read it. Autumn certainly is a time of beauty and sober reflection. You have weaved both in this lovely poem. Thank you for sharing it Valsa.
We are apt to wonder! ! Nice dedication to nature. Thanks for sharing.
The changes that come to the land with Autumn is beautifully inked. Loved it.
Another fabulous descriptive write from your pen. You create magic with your words. The reader is simply spell-bound. This is one of the most beautiful pictures of autumn I have ever read. You have lent an aura of romance to the autumn by likening it to a dancer..this is lovely. Autumn truly has a magical effect on the poetic souls. Great work. No less than 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is an interesting thing to be reminded of Autumn as winter is ending