Crimson Season Poem by Anupama Anpat

The crimson leaves,
the shrivelled peach,
all the crunching sound
bring autumn around.

The time of the year,
when winter is near,
ensuing from summer fests,
point for all clamour to rest.

The mellow season of fall,
plays a salient role,
it transforms the landscape,
donning trees in scarlet cape.

Begetting fruits to harvest,
rearing a bud to the crest.
Changing the climate’s temper,
colouring the sky amber.

Autumn, a season for walks,
amongst dry leaves and oaks.
Sitting besides cosy bonfires,
roasting nibbles on its pyre.

Days get shorter,
nights turn longer,
cool, breezy evenings,
crisp, chilly mornings.
Shades of Autumn tend to stay,
until advent of spring in May.