Autumn clime

Jealous of the rays

Arrowed by mesmerizing sun

The leaves engulf the color

Absurdly compete with horizon,

Their face dried out duller

As golden tresses feather through

They fall to soil as last resort

Shelter to find peace,

Before found hope to rise

                                    ~ n.s

Red and orange, golden coloured

Are the leaves falling down,

Away from tree

Apart from branches

Holding them as gown against cold,

Though letting free the beloved leaves

As chances given up in sinful time,

 The wind huffles and whispers

The notes of depravity, along with

Leaves secured from fall,

rustling along the nature’s sound,

A butterfly then came by, in search

for the flower once pulled towards,

only to see the blossom found,

was wilted & decayed

as everything around

                                           ~ n.s