Draped in her golden quilt
the earth sleeps
the bare brown slender arms
waiting to adorn the pearly cape,
scarlet pages carpet
the soggy earth
and pumpkin cinnamon flavours
waft in the crisp air,
The melting Sun is inching
the horizon
tired wings gliding back
in sluggish motion,
countless golds blanket the earth
yet no takers of this wealth,
they lie abandoned, forsook
skillfully detached from their roots,
crunched by many feet
blown by the trembling breeze,
few huddled by the rake
few immersed in the nearby lake,
some treasured by nature lover
some left to be dissolved into the earth,
From green to gold to rust brown
the saga of these homeless leaves remain unsung,
yet in their twilight moment
they leave behind joy and mirth
scarlet films now reel a new movie
With every green leaf’s birth.💚
Pic Courtesy: Getty Image
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