I wait for autumn

I wait for autumn.
Don’t you?

What is there in autumn? It’s depressing. Everything sheds every whit of themselves which once was beautiful. Autumn is nothing but a mourning widow, pallor.

This is how ‘you’ see it. Autumn indeed is colourless just like white admiral but there is still soul inside it. Everything paves way for something new and sheds their older self. It’s beautiful to watch nature do that and learn from it. That widow surely is mourning and with every tear, she cease and desist her pain once and for all. She irradiates her pieces stunningly and let other be enticed by her aura. This is who she is. She is autumn. The change.


10 Comments Add yours

  1. utahan15 says:

    is india in winter? tomorrow is the first day of summer for the northern half of the world

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    1. No, it’s summers here. And it sucks. Real bad. 😯

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  2. agenda19892010 says:

    dear aficionados, when summer a storm comes i feel the autumn … oh nevermind … hi (ciao) by rinaldo.

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  3. my valiant soul says:

    Well writen.Kudos!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. utahan15 says:

    sorry to hear that but i know what you mean you have to stay out of the heat

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    1. I know. Thanks anyway. 💞


      1. utahan15 says:

        hmmmmmmmmm anyway? distance is the tide and time

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  5. grey says:

    Autumn is ethereal. There’s nothing quite as serene as the autumn sunshine, the balmy weather that compliments the mellow music, the covered pavements. It’s simply captivating.

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