Mid-September

By Bala Sankari .G

Autumn leaves eat the ground,

All trees left unclothed

Embracing them passing by,

The trees and the breeze betrothed,

Blending in with the sunset are the yellow ochre leaves

Melting and glistening mixture

bouncing off the mighty tree’s sleeves

clouds dyed in a scale of yellow, orange and pastel brown

porous and dreamy

welcoming the mellow light to pour down

gliding over buildings

drenching the entire town,

For this one God you have perfectly placed the dart

Because how can I ever thank you for this ridiculously beautiful work of art.

By Bala Sankari .G