The maple tree~Bhuyanshi Talukdar

A silent poet in russet robes
wrote a stanza about the maple tree
As time begins to still
Crimson tide fleets the chances
To meet her lover
Chronicles of Autumn
Scrolls and weaves a sonnet
In every scarlet leaf that falls
It sighs with a brief

A tear-stained journal
gently hums the
loneliness of her.
A lonely tune fall without a sound
Whispers under the silver moon.

Under the Halloweed moments
It's a communion between
lost moonbeams.

Forever and never, scattered.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Bhuyanshi ... my favorite line is "Scrolls and weaves a Sonnet in every Scarlet leaf that falls,,," Your words are music to the Soul... my friend. Pat

[Neville]

something lured me here .. whatever it was I am grateful to it .. and would be typing lies if I wrote that I was disappointed .. Neville

[Writergurl]

Chronicles of Autumn
Scrolls and weaves a sonnet
In every scarlet leaf that falls

Love this part, This is a wonderful and beautiful read

[living lavender]

this was a beautiful piece. my favorite part was:
"A tear-stained journal
gently hums the
loneliness of her."
i read this both ways: a journal about her. or. it was her journal all along.
{only the moon knows the truth.}

[Betty Hermelee]

A lovely romantic scene of Autumn as a silent poet writes about love and loneliness, a sonnet of romance as the colorful leaves all to the ground "A communion between lost moonbeams".... a beautiful line...
A well written piece.
Warmly, B

[Ken Simm.]

There is an almost zen like quality to this romantic write. Beautifully concieved and excecuted.

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful writing. Loved each line.

[Weeping willow]

Such a beautifully expressed poem ;-}