Anisha Quadir

The Power of Fall

The crisped leaves on the autumn trees fall gently on the ground.
The yellow breeze adds brightness to dull sky.
A naked tree rocks side to side, shedding away its color.
It is the season of beauty.

Fall brings harmony to the polar opposites,
The death of summer brings life to fall.
But fall tumbles into winter.
The water has left the air,
The leaves have left the trees.
Soon they will be snuggled in a blanket of snow.
It is the season for change.

Not enough clouds for the tears to fall.
Not enough sun for the emerald jewels to gleam.
Not enough ice for the birds to aviate away.
It is the season in between.

The smell of the pine is inviting.
The glow of the candle illuminates the boring brown.
The sound of laughter fills the air with its fresh aroma.
The crackling of the fire gathers in familiar faces,
While the scent of food seats everyone down.
It is the season of family.


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