The Fall Poem Poem by Debashree Biswal

Amidst the icy winter fall, the ochre leaves
Frost-snogged bitter, a thread that weaves
Behold the picturesque majesty of toasty tones
Bleed and peel, yet, eternally long for the thorns.

Glory entwined within the groves foliage
An aura of sweetness, a soft serenade in camouflage
A constellation of geniality, an ambrosial elegance within
Lingering warmth, under a blanket of snow to cover in

Serene all round, betwixt the snow white luminescence
Drifting in anguish, yet content with your presence
Wounds still bleed but bleed not your heart
Clandestine flame flickering beneath the veil of art