Autumn

Bare are the autumn limbs

leaves begin to abandon their nest

ground shimmers with dryness

leaves tumble by its lonely trunk

Cold days with windy movement

one shivers as they long for warmth

winter season is just a start

of cold months that come to us

One dreams of spring to come

happy in heart we remember

buds burst with their beauty

fulfilling our longing and hope

Until then we shall once again

continue our nature's journey

as one ages it becomes easier for

the hustle and bustle is behind us 

- Rhoda Galgiani