Random pockets of Art indulgence

 

Beds of dry leafs

Beds of dry leafs
And continued showers of the silent fall...
Though it looks withered all around,
Nature is telling me - Not at all!

Look up! With Canopy gone,
thru the maze of tree-veins,
The sky is seen all along...

Those quiet walks,
Are now rustle-snaps!

Those spare leaves, still intact,
Aren't those the 'chimes' that act?

Those grey lanes are now...
A gentle mix of earthy palette - leathery ochre and toasted brown!

Bright summer peaks in golden glow,
To pass the crown to the monsoon's flow.

For now;

Observe and enjoy - 

Beds of dry leafs

And continued showers of the silent fall...