As Autumn Runs Its Round

As summer reluctantly gives way And autumn waits at the doorway Visible changes come their way Though they are not for long to stay Cool is the wind that blows in soft hum And leaves fall with the bee’s thrum When they fall curling in hundreds down In a deluge of colors, the lands drown Some leaves are seen swirling afloat in space And some fall softly across the landscape’s face Of all the trees, the maple is a sight to relish Which the eyes can never ever relinquish! Orange and red, ochre and brown Like the sparkling gems on a queen’s crown In a variety of costumes the Earth parades And everything, seen in a medley of shades The trees are loaded with fruits ripe And squirrels dart up to savour the pulp Autumn is the season for gathering crop When from the towering pines, acorns drop As autumn tightens its strangling grip And the blizzards blow in mightier sweep The trees are stripped of all their leaves And many a bird, deprived of its arbour, grieves With the cruel bite of savage frost Flowers fade and all their glamour, lost As the days grow cold by and by Birds in flocks begin to fly They take on wings to warmer climes Before the snowflakes fall in bits and piles Soon the season falls into hushed silence And waits for the winter with resilience! Variety, we know, is life’s flavouring spice And all seasons have their beauty and grace But each has its own distress and decrement And the only way to be happy is to be content