The First "Fall" - Pittsburgh!

The days are getting darker
And the wind is cold and dry
The leaves have started to fall
And the lovely fall colors are everywhere

The colors remind me of home
And the festivals that I won't see this year
But I will witness some new one's 
And learn something more this beautiful fall

Beneath the bright colored leaves
As the earth is getting ready to fall asleep
My roots go deeper in search of answers
To make me more wiser as another fall passes by!

Autumn Leaves

A leaf once young

Now falls one by one

In the form of  red and golden showers

Covering the little flowers

With a warm blanket

The earth looks like a fairy land 

With colourful carpet and dancing leaves 

Alas! Autumn leaves are falling down

And winter will soon follow on...

If I were...

If I were the summer rain

And you were a rainbow

I'd keep the sky sunlit

To keep you warm and close 

If I were the night sky

And you were a shining star

We'd lit up the sky with dazzling light

And hum songs whole night

If I were a bird 

And you were a cloud

I'd fly up so high 

To be with you all day

If I were the autumn breeze 

And you were a crimson leaf

I'd lift you gently up 

And we'd dance together in the air

If I were a poem 

And you were an author

Our love would be engraved

In a book forever...

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Written for Poetry Jam!

It's Autumn Again

As summer bids a tender farewell, once again this time
Autumn unveils with beautiful chromatic colors in line
Golden leaves fall gracefully in grief from heaven to earth
Covering the shivering earth with a blanket of crimson leaves

Leaves fall, as if they were never meant for withering trees
But to break free and sail in the silent autumn breeze
The music of the falling leaves in autumn rings a bell
Of memories sad or happy that my heart can only tell
 
Birds glide to find a new nest, through the blue radiant sky
In search of warmth and shelter before the autumn passes by
Swaying wind paints the boundless horizon in crimson colors
Like an artist painting a paradise, with a brilliant brush
 
Soon the last crimson leaf will slowly fall to the ground
To mark the arrival of white winter, once again this time….