There's autumn in the air
Each rustle gives the leaf a palpitation
The wind is no longer a laugh
But the moan of impending fall
Whispering like a fortune teller
Trying to disguise doom
In undertone
The leaf clings on
Survives another night
The cold barbs of the wind
The stings of the unwanted change
But the wind is not to be defeated
Its assault is fiercer the next day
The ground is the ultimate goal.
Excellent verse, Nosheen. You capture autumn perfectly....as that fear of oncoming death, but not the end itself.
Such a beautiful poem on autumn. The flow and wordplay are superb. Nice share.5 Stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really enjoy this poem Bravo Top 5