A short poem expressing my undying love for the autumn season-one I would never get to experience in my hometown.
A season of rebirth
A season of change.
A season of unmistakable calm.
A sweet subtle nothing between the unbearable heat and cold.
Father summer turned old and grey,
the winter cold on its way.
Summer's heirs died today,
the sorrow yet to be felt,
bottled up until winter.
Yes, I'm in love with the fall.
The summer sunshine kissing goodbye,
the winter snow on the brink,
greens of leaves turning prettier shades,
fervently falling in reds, oranges, pinks and browns, and
cocooning the Earth in its multicolour hues.
Sadly, I've never felt autumn,
yet it is my favourite season
for my soul is no stranger to her aesthetic charms,
her musical chimes.
Madly I've fallen for her
through motion picture,
poems and books.
I wish to have autumn at my doorstep-
to welcome her in and sit with,
to dance with her in absolute blithe,
to smell her at every open window,
as I know one day,
I will.
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