Crispy, yellow, tattered leaves
Crumbling softly underneath
Sombre, shabby, shoddy shoes.
Sidewalks, footpaths, orange-patched
Street lamps showering concrete steps
Crunching, crackling melodies
Of dried up, weary chestnut shoots.
Wings of South fluttering home,
Languished grasses wildly grown
Earth rejoining its progeny
Seeking haven in one’s roots;
From the nearing, biting wind,
Giving goosebumps on the skin,
When nascent in the crispy breeze
Dissolved in amber, auburn hues.
Once fierce, now golden rays
Pouring upon the lazy days
Of coffees and unsipped poetries;
When all would reborn and resurrect,
After Autumn’s hazel quietude…