As if they are the dispersed specks of a laughter
when the tree branches get tickled by a breeze,
a flurry of autumn leaves fall softly to the ground
where their shadows had once proudly reigned,
their edges so ragged attesting the woes of worldly life,
but now enamored to wander bereft of ties.
Those leaves draped in yellow, orange and red
lie as forlorn dreams scattered on earth’s grassy bed,
and continue to devour the intoxicating elixir of freedom
as they begin to seek their newfound destinies,
while fluttering about without any gossamer wings,
as if they are blindly trusting the wind.
They course through the sides of rolling hills and meadows
while adding to the rustic charm of country roads,
and get drenched in the rain and in the shallow waters of creeks
before they are lovingly sun kissed and dried,
crackling loudly as if conveying words of wisdom
when they get unconcernedly trampled underfoot.
Evanescent, the tale of these colorful leaves
as the minuscule bearers of a season’s transition,
surveyors fated to exist till they watch nature’s surrender
to the icy clutches of a wistful winter,
and then they recede from view leaving one more autumn
to gather dust among the cobwebs of memories.
©2016 Anjana Vipin E