Swaying With The Autumn Leaves
The blustery winds howl through the sky,
Rustling through the glistening auburn leaves,
Littering the ground like a kaleidoscopic carpet,
Crepitating with a subdued crackling cacophony
The room is awash with the shimmering moonlight,
As a zephyr silently seeps in through the wire gauze of the window,
Suffusing my lungs with the sweet smell of petrichor,
Emanating from the damp soil outside the door
A blanket of stars dazzle in the autumn twilight,
As an orchestra of crickets sing their tune,
Evoking an overarching sense of sanguinity,
The night makes way for dawn rather soon
I am awoken by the tintinnabulation of the drizzle,
Delicately clanging against the tin roof
Lurking behind the cumulonimbus clouds,
The sun is deceptively aloof
I wander through the emerald green meadows,
I sit beneath the large oak trees,
Observing a canopy of many-hued autumn leaves,
As they flutter and sway to the melody of the breeze
