Autumn season
A poem
Saima Nadeem
Coated with an orange flory
The sun has left its glory
With the hope to evolve again
The leaves ride the departed train
Caravans of summer passed through
The dried leaves hoping in the dew
Slinky hubris slipped away at last
The changed tone has propelled it fast
The evenings are dark and grey
Nap is no more fun during a day
Crunching leaves under my feet
Announcing the transition in a beat
Brown hay whirled in the ground
Autumn has finally been found