As the colours of fall drape large swathes of countryside,
The earth is decked up like an Indian bride.
The trees graciously surrender what was theirs
Spreading a thick carpet of leaves on earth’s bosom bare.
Gone are the greens; a summer boon,
As well as the clouded skies which darkened with monsoon.
Reds, russets, oranges, yellows and golds
Adorn the beauteous earth, as langour unfolds.
The cloudless skies are a brilliant blue,
The nights seem to have an inky hue.
The air is redolent with festive smells
There is an early morning nip that quickly dispels.
The harbinger of harsh winter is here.
Wait for a while, let me autumn savour.