Seasons’ Horizon

Autumn leaves sway in a paradise of gold,
Gliding into a bed of myriad fluffy canvas.
Mysterious sounds accompanied by cold
flashes of brisk breeze that seemingly flare.
My senses gasp and pause for a moment,
They awaken to the endeared reality-fairytale.
Now back to bare truths, a swinging movement!
Like stripped skeleton trees standing firmly tall,
Yet rooted deep and wide,
In the hope of revival through retrospection.
In the hope of creation through devastation.
Red, Yellow and Brown,
Remind strength.
Reinforce joy.
Realign intent.
The season in-between start and end,
The season in-between abundance and drought,
Patiently awaits…
Flashes of brisk breeze that seemingly flare,
Mysterious sounds accompanied by cold,
Gliding into a bed of myriad fluffy canvas,
Autumn leaves sway in a paradise of gold.

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