Saturday, October 22, 2011

Fall in Oak Park


October is the month of fall
When the autumn gives her call
To the wind to blow at its top
So that the leaves fly and drop

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Colour of leaves change from green
To golden yellow, and light shade cream
Then it turns to orange and red
With a tinge of light violet

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Does nature have a long paint brush?
She colors the leaves with sudden rush
Then wipes out the canvas by maddening breeze
The trees stand naked along the ridge

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Parks look barren without any shades
Dry brown leaves cover grass blades
Deserted trees stand on the roads
With a heap of sighs; grace unload

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Halloween days are knocking at the door
The evil spirits are away with roar
Boys and girls with colorful dress
Out on the road with festive craze

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If autumn comes, can winter be behind?
The chilly days with white snow lined
Will bring the Christmas days of joy----
In festive mood we all enjoy

1 comment:

  1. Chatto Saheb
    The poet in you is rightly awakened by
    the changing seasons of chicago.
    La Salam !!!

    Regards
    Raghu A N

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