A cloud akin to puffy sheep

Floating on the sky so blue and deep…

The sun is leaving for some rest

Letting winds to do their best.

Meanwhile the autumn hurries in a rush

And with a tremendous brush

Strokes bright paint on every tree and wood

Thus pretending to be nice and good.

Is autumn really kind?

Well, I don’t mind

The Indian summer’s mellow face,

Shading a silvery trace

Of melancholy and pain,

And even endlessly crying rain!

The world seems grey and sad

Though things aren’t so bad –

Why, the Nature falls asleep,

Sleep so sweet and deep

That we can only sigh

And say good-bye…


2 Responses

  1. Sene! Thank you, Wanda, from me and from The Smoking Poet.


    • Yes, a smoking beka! Thank you, Zinta, and the Smoking Poet!:)


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