Autumn Leaves
- a Poem
- by Baishali Dey
The leaves came scurrying down,
Each on his own,
Singing a song hitherto unknown.
Hit the earth and erased every frown.
The riotous colours of fall!
A beauteous sight lifting spirits of one and all.
Could anything be more beautiful?
A sight so pious,
A sight so precious,
Made by the artist, the most skilful!
He dabbled with a few colours,
And sprinkled on this land of ours.
Then when he waved his magic hand,
Blessed were we, for lo and behold!
We had our own fairyland.
Baishali Dey
from Indore, in Madhya Pradesh, India, is an English teacher, prior to which, she worked with charitable trusts in the UK. With a passion for all things in literature, Baishali writes poems as a hobby.
2 thoughts on “Autumn Leaves”
My my my a poetess in the making. Excellent Baishali keep it up
THANK YOU