Autumn Leaves

By Parizad Gaur

The autumn leaves fall on the thirsty brown ground, Yellow, orange, red and grey

The sweeper with a covered face in a black old Ripped muffler, swiftly broom them away

And make a pile of leaves where they hold,

Each other’s hand

Lying on the soil,

Listening to the roots underneath the earth

Thinking about that hidden place they came from.

By Parizad Gaur