A Blissful Void

By Dr. Harvinder Jeet Kour

As summer started to fade,

And trees embraced a golden shade,

The valley streets began to narrate,

Autumn fables down the lane.

The Autumn breeze seemed paranoid,

There was emptiness, a hysterical void,

Like the emptiness left on trees,

After the fall takes off their leaves.

And like the emptiness left at roadside,

As the dusk turns to night,

And like the emptiness on the sky,

As the thundering clouds drift aside.

That void is bliss,

A bliss to appreciate,

As nature brings solace,

In cryptic and beautiful ways...

By Dr. Harvinder Jeet Kour