Whimsical winds carry the auburn
leaves,
To lay the path where Autumn treads;
Whirling and twirling- the
unmatched grace
She paints the land in a reddish
haze.
Her pirouettes enchant a lover’s world,
For she showers the maples wherever
she goes.
Wandering and prancing like a gypsy
doll
To meet her lover before another
fall.
She sings to the cacophony of the
chirpy birds,
Asks the scurrying animals, alas,
Just to know the whereabouts
Of winter, the love nature blessed
her with.
A glance and a touch of winter’s
fleet,
Who quaffs off the remaining warmth
when they meet,
‘Cause they have to spend an year
apart,
To kiss and rejoice in the tenderness again.
-Vaisakhi Mishra
p.s.- the word fleet here is used for the ride or strength of winter's arrival the cold chills and sudden change of climate.
