...Autumn
(Officially written on Sunday, 27 June 2010)
Crawling beneath the woods,
petrified.
Locating with utmost effort
... its way.
Bumping over twigs,
Unaware of its course,
Turning a hazy leaf,
By its utmost force,
Struggling for a way,
To find a line of trail,
Lost amidst the dead leaves,
Freshly raked unto a heap.
Tis the way, autumn greets...
The lowly cricket.
In the stillness of the night,
As the world loses in slumber.
Till the day breaks, and larks sing,
For the crimson morn'
And the children chirp,
While playing with enthuse,
Amid the befallen leaves,
That break and crack,
Rejoicing the wonders,
That Autumn begets,
With warmth for some...
And icy for others.
Deceit followed by sincerity,
Its intimations, forever dual.
petrified.
Locating with utmost effort
... its way.
Bumping over twigs,
Unaware of its course,
Turning a hazy leaf,
By its utmost force,
Struggling for a way,
To find a line of trail,
Lost amidst the dead leaves,
Freshly raked unto a heap.
Tis the way, autumn greets...
The lowly cricket.
In the stillness of the night,
As the world loses in slumber.
Till the day breaks, and larks sing,
For the crimson morn'
And the children chirp,
While playing with enthuse,
Amid the befallen leaves,
That break and crack,
Rejoicing the wonders,
That Autumn begets,
With warmth for some...
And icy for others.
Deceit followed by sincerity,
Its intimations, forever dual.
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