Tag: fall

VERSE | THE CITY WITH NO SEASONS

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, Sadness, Spirituality, truth, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
Autumn’s here, the leaves they fall
As they do when summer drifts away
Slowly leaf by leaf, butterflies and bees 
All whisk away to other places where nippy winds 
Frost-nibbled grass and bare trees
Have had their day. They change places 
For a spell, the cities wear new faces 
Borrowed for a while
They smile, they sleep, they laugh, they dream
Hand in hand with the people passing by

Autumn’s here, the leaves should fall
As they do when summer slips away
But the seasons can’t find their way
Into this city, its leaves, butterflies and bees 
Have ceased to be. Permanently. Their carcasses one
With those of their humans that once 
Lived in this place.  They can’t change places 
Even for a while
They cannot sit and weep and weep and weep
Where mothers are slain and children are left to die.
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VERSE | REMINISCENCE

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, serenity, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
You said to look for you in blooms
The most vibrant that adorned 
The sunny yellow Amalthas 
As it stood verdant in the lawn 

I chose a bower in my mind 
It was you whispering to me 
Everytime a drizzle fell 
Or when she murmured in the breeze

But then came fall and with it all
The flowers began to drop
I held my breath as I watched 
But you stayed shimmering on 

You wore your golden yellows 
Dancing in your green abode 
But then nature came calling your name
You were the last to free your hold 

You whispered softly one last time 
As you let go of the tree 
I watched but did not linger, I
Imagined you somewhere roaming free 

But in my heart I’ve always known
You’ve shredded up your form 
With all your love and courage 
Back into the earth you’ve gone 

You said that I should look for you 
In the things that make me smile 
I see you now in leaves and flowers
In the rain and the fireflies.
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VERSE | FALL FAREWELLS

On By Mahvash K. M.In hope, poetry, serenity, verse, writing2 Comments 
A melancholy rustle stirs in the leaves
Holding heavy in their boughs
Their green, green garbs have faded
They are in mourning now

For the bounties once bestowed on them
By spring and then by summer 
Now they curl their mottled frames 
In the briskness of November 

Lady Autumn has this special
Cleansing Ritual that she wields 
Back into the earth they go 
Flowers, butterflies and leaves
 
The promise of new beginnings too
Is buried with their shapes 
For when spring comes round again 
For when again they will all wake

The leaves are weary as they cling 
To seasons that have gone 
But soon they too will hear her sing
The soothing song of Fall.