After a brisk morning walk in the Fall
Through the thick, maple trees tall
Panting, I pause by the bench bottom
On that breathless, muggy day in Autumn.
Solemnly, I gaze at the serene skies
For, alas! I miss my friend so wise;
Why, it has been well over a week,
That in this very spot we did speak!
O’ what, O’ what can have become of him?
I wonder and ponder in solitude;
When the sudden crackle and gust of wind
Scattered leaves asunder by the multitude!
Yes, and like a chameleon changing colour,
From pale yellow and thence to red,
The leaves they all suddenly fell
Plop like a parachute on mine head!
And as in misty thought I stood
I remembered my smiling friend so good;
Yes, it is a trick of the season,
Is there, can there be a reason?
Why the green leaves should turn to red?
While the reverse rarely occurs instead?
For red, it always appeareth last,
As leaves mature and ripen fast,
Mirroring a parallel in our lives
As one blooms, thrives and survives.
Ah, soon the twilight will arrive here,
The morning sunshine will disappear;
So indeed our smiles will dilute,
With the onset of gray and wrinkles brute.
And under this great ripe old tree
Green leaves in plenty shall fall free,
Like bird droppings from the nest
That once nurtured the young to rest.
Angry eyes now a crimson glow
Hands quiver, movements slow;
For even the mighty sun by a hawk
Momentarily masks in mild shock.
Little wonder in twilight age
Akin to Fall of season’s stage,
As Green Peace protesters we gauge and wage
Our calm battles towards Yama’s rage.
I walk by my dear friend’s abode,
To be greeted by silence that clearly showed
On the face of the woman who opened the door
That my dear friend I would see no more!
I lumber home... wan and weary
My heart heavy, eyes teary;
Then - your peacock plumage pure...
Fills my heart with a joy secure!
And somewhere in the distance, the bells peal
While the little boy yonder turns his cartwheel!
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Fall days
