Awesome Autumn Taste the auburn smell of autumn glance, Different shades of coloured leaves that dance, Flowing rhythm of striptease in a trance, The last leaf persists, awaiting its last chance. Flowers gaze at elusive beauty of leaves, Half green, half yellow carpeting on streets, Enduring grace of drying petals crease, Broken branches float in brooks at ease. Perfect blossoms now a grieving pale, Enchanted weather of most soulful season Exceptional beauty haunting lonesome dale, Phenomenon mysticism sets with reason. Squirrels hoarding nuts in old cracked stumps, Nightingale sings alone in woods forlorn, Sea birds fly in migratory turns, Fields delight with bright blue flowers of corn. Autumnal full moon like summer solstice beams, Shines on once romantic dreamers’ parks, Stars contemplate to greet new morning dreams, Awesome softened breeze with lovely sparks. Autumn Sunsets Beauty of morning crisp garment, I dress up in gold stars to look fair, Silence in woods where trees are bare, Intoxicating stealth of woody aromatic air. I often visit the lonely quiet grove, Where time stands still in Autumn's awe, While leaves would rustle on my toes, I gathered yellow leaves of gold. Slipping bark of branches creep, How hours went by in vagrant keeps, Our mighty hearts are ticking still, While willow gently bends to weep. I sat on a log couch fallen down, Waited for him, wearing my long frown, And when he came to me with his shy smile, I picked gold leaves to rest with him a while. Autumn sun sets on my withered dreams, Waiting for the sigh of lingering scenes, I pick up two gold leaves in both my hands, One to keep, one flies to magic lands. Winter Love The snow has fallen knee deep, Bare trees stooping sadly weep, Memories awaken our love mirth, Winter waltz forsaken in dearth. Frozen feelings buried in snow, Loneliness scattered in fake glow, Silent tears exhaustively slow, Solitary repentance on meek show. Serenity white-spread on the road, Where we walked in lovers’ mode, Held each other in tight embraces, Breathless passion on our faces. Abandoned park waiting for Spring, Leaves on branches, birds on wing, Lovers enveloped beneath the trees, The bench is witness to this new love’s ease.
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Jyotirmaya is a retired Principal, author of twenty- three books with many waiting to be published and translated in many languages in International anthologies. She is a Multi-Genre Award Winner with more than 200 awards. Reviewer, columnist, academician, translator, motivational speaker, and a philanthropist, she holds prestigious positions in many International organisations, literary and humanitarian. Her numerous research papers on literary and social issues ,essays , reports ,critiques ,articles, short stories and poems are published in more than 300 international anthologies, magazines, poetry forums ,reputable media both conventional and online. Jyotirmaya Thakur is a widely traveled person in love with diverse cultures of the world and portrays their impressions in her poetry, is an ardent advocate for women, the unprivileged and positive social & environment change.