autumn

branches,
stripped clear
leaf by leaf

breezed
by the vile time...

falls...
scintilla, scintilla...
a graceful dance
for the chrome salmon painted grounds...

kisses it, at last!
and
dies a silent death...
its hope stripped
part by part...

still,
lying peacefully...
waiting to be brushed aside
giving hope,
that a new life would start...

till then,
paint a golden picture
my dear leaves!
for sooner,
the virgin drops would fall...