Can you hear the music ?
Winter leaves are falling ,
Rustling and swishing,
In the meadows I stand
To hear the quiet psithurism,
You may say it's the beginning
Of a lifeless season,
But I feel poetry in the air,
Every leaf that falls is bliss to me,
I can see your soul,
Feel your heart,
In its aching glory.
The voice of the barren trees
Sets my mood,
Stirs my soul,
The sky blooms
And in the cool breeze
I find warmth in your eyes,
Leaves fall upon me
With your love,
Love rests on my shoulders
And I rest on thee.
Pale winter sun casts long shadows ,
Goes down in the mist at the end of the day
With the loveliest smile,
This is the time to float down amidst the
Autumnal display of red, orange and yellow
As we meet in the middle of our story;
The leaves have fallen,
Turned dry and black,
But it's not the end,
Got to see them dancing in the wind,
The barren trees whisper in my ears,
" Death will come but don't forget to live".

NANDINI MITRA © November 22, 2023