Autumn

Autumn short poem

Photo by Ian Sane

The red, orange, yellow and gold
Flamboyant falling leaves
Stirs the autumn in my heart
Compelling me to believe
To love life’s every color with same vigor

Why winter seems so long
Fall so short
Couldn’t it be longer
My heart wonders dismayed
Complaining the unfairness of all

Every season comes with a reason
Making us a complete whole
If  the fall  is ephemeral
So would be the winter
With spring always near it’s tail

Rejoice, relive, rekindle, relish
Relearn, recover, remake, restore
In each season as they come
For they  seem to have tryst with nature
To return only another year

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