Trees birds stones
Fall wind Winnowing hair
Tumbles, the leaves
Bare the tree; free to fly.
Wafting the scent
of dew soaked leaves.
In search of depth
Inhaling the morning mist.
The Sun cannot flex muscle
In autumn sky.
Colours all around
Red orange yellow
Seedless earth in its absence
Searching the lost wings
Mine from you, yours
Buried in silence
To bring back freedom .
So many ways to move up
Your whisper fading away
In the night of shadows
Beauty almost like death.
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Engaging,contemplative,challenging.
Stunning ! to be precise. If I may be allowed to delve a bit into this lovely work, I detect a line missing- mine from you, yours from me.
Thanks Louis for your kind words
Lokesh My sincere thanks. Great that you are always a discerning reader.
A splendid poem endowed with finesse and keen observation.
Thanks Vijay Nair for your wonderful thoughts. I am humbled