Autumn arrives like an elegant princess
wearing a tiara of golden leaves.
Burgundy, brown, purple and yellow
as sequin shades stitched like sleeves.
Winds unfurl like redolent memories
smelling of cinnamons, berries and fresh figs.
The musky perfumes of patchouli and currants
dancing to the whistling rustles of sprigs.
This Winter must be a wicked queen
like Shakespeare’s Lady Macbeth to slither.
Stripping off the mahogany trunk and twigs naked
as broken bread crumbs the leaves fall to wither.
Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh
