Poem - Autumn
As I kissed the Autumnal sky
with a passion, a full blooded
Woman would long for in her
inevitable lonely nights that
associates with long lost Beloved.
The colours change in a
serious blush that can not
escape even the sightless eyes
of the blind. The leafy panels fall
with their job done, making way
for a seasonal death or a
moult with which life takes
a break from daily chores of
harvesting light, air and food.
From the mundane chores to
a seemingly ascetic stillness.
A break from life but not in death
A break from life to spring back
to renewed life of leaf, flowers and fruit.