Like seasoned foragers, some dead and famous poets
already picked the choicest words
for this august off-summer spectacle
And lyricists in enigmatic haiku code
condense by strictest syllable
petiole patterns on pond and path
We too have walked those fiery forests
entranced, and felt the spectral touch
of Fall before the mould sets in
So who amongst us is not moved
to eulogise, intoning vows
to fix such images in amber
Strong colours and fierce brushwork;
more than sixty harvests reaped and gleaned
– still Autumn leaves me speechless
For Punam’s Poetics prompt “Fall (in) love” with a heart felt ode to Autumn
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