Forever autumn at the park

For ever autumn at the park

Wind makes tunnel through the heap of leaves.

They blast, scatter; explode in the sky,

in slow motion fall on your hair,

stay there until someone picks them

from whimsical tresses and asks

the reason of your being so late. 

 

A slow recession is setting in

your mind and a draught, one can feel

these days. You can whine on and on

though you won’t, for her hazel eyes deserve

better. The newspapers cannot

report the story you weave.

Less thespian they are, tranquil life

as the nature loves to draw in it’s

canvass. Unchangeable, eternal,

ethereal… mere recession, boom,

accession and gale, draught do not

effect the theme. To you autumn is

for ever.           /© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

 

Reviews

[alternative_be]

While reading this poem, I can visualise the wind blowing through the leaves. The way you describe an eternal event, makes it more than just everyday. Your words and images add an romantic touch.
Sadly enough, autumn is the season that depression/recession sets in.
Some of us snap out of it during spring, others do not...
You captured this phenomena brilliantly.

[HamonoAkira]

This poem is very dreamy. I like it. Can I have a copy of it? I would like to present it in our group. I'll address you as the author of course.

[Elizabeth Ristow]

I adore autumn. Alot of lovely word pictures here.