Here Again Comes Autumn

THREE AUTUMNAL POEMS INA ROW READ ONE by ONE will follow ERE AUTUMN GOES Your voice beckons me now Your voice beckons me now to my backyard where each autumn I compose many a poem the leaves of yore since forgotten trampled by winds crushing speed up into the air leaves are blown high above the trees where beyond they could never have reached ere there had been no autumn the colours manifests on my mind's wire as I see myriads of them my drooping eyes admire the scent of corns still pervades what wind can ever invade yet your autumn is not different than mine side by side we reside as many dawns we have seen together maybe as many splendid sunrises but the beauty of the colorful autumn trees is anyone's surmise how so nature is rich can any human be as a matter of surprise autumns are my loves too wow how we all wish they came again and again to help us imagine newer lives alas not in vain