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!
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...
No comments:
Post a Comment