Upon The Placid Morn by Ranvijay Rathore
Bleed out your beauty, Autumn
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green
Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Change the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With eastern whiff to intimate the fungal push
Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come
Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist
Upon the placid morn
A sight that draws a nearing tear or two-forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!
Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning?
Our adieu to fairer-weather life?
Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring
Nature’s rhymes still abounds.
But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times-
You know the drill
Guiding us along a sloping path
To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow
The blue ice of water
ⒸRanvijay Rathore 2012