THE PURPLE HAZE AUTUMN
Solitariness beneath the autumn trees.
Maple leaves fall on the ground like the scattered drops of rain and adorn the orchard with their purplish hue.
A sudden murmuring sound of the fallen purple haze autumn's leaves break the dreadful silence.
Shadowy gusty wind blows round and round occasionally and castaway the dried leaves from the tarnished marble ground.
The small stream beside the trees steals some autumn hues from the sky and the withered crispy leaves delightfully float on the flowing water.
The misty darkness falls as the sun goes down and the twilight draws closer and closer.
The purple haze autumn utters a blissful goodbye.
Great imagery, autumnal hues poetically presented along with muse superbly. Kudos. Pleez do add your thoughts/comment on my newest poem too titled, mirage surprise
it's nice poem... it has so lyricism! congrats poet! dr. Riza Braholli
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
👍go ahead ....