Fashion shows

Fashion shows

Crimson rouge spreads slow
Gold glitters on sun kissed brow
Autumn fashion shows

--shubha

Slow combustion

Slow combustion

Edged in flaming oranges
Red runs rivulets into green
Eagerly licking any residual resistance
To turn each leaf into a mottled
Love story of detachment,sacrifice

And fall lights each tree
Like a glowing sparkler
In celebration
Of slow combustion
Of the past
To ready for rest
And renewal


--shubha

P.S In response to a prompt on renewal on a online poetry group, The Woman Inc. Poetry project 

Mute songs

Mute songs

Blustery fall days
Whisk away leaves, my mute songs
Discards of time past

--shubha

It is how we ride, not fall

It is how we ride, not fall

It is how we ride , not fall
We know the end that awaits all

But it is not the end that is to bear
But how we journeyed our way there

And this end , is it really a end of all that be
Our merely a transformation, to reality?

Meanwhile let us journey, gently
Savor the breeze , be grateful to the tree

So when we meet our reckoning hour
We have less to regret , more we have showered

And let our transformation be for gladness
Leave a few rustling songs to wipe away another's sadness

--shubha

Rustling Protest

Rustling protest

In a raspy, scratchy voice,

The dry leaves, mumbled their protest,

Even as the breeze rustled them down the road,

With a sly, delighted mirth.

--shubha

A mottled story

A mottled story

As the days swiftly turned,
Ushered in a cool nip, where before it burned,
Her complexion turned mottled with age,
Those age spots,the story,of a journey,to the next stage,
Red, yellow, orange, she lay in pigmented glory,
Heralding the beginning, of another colorful fall story

--shubha

Fall Finery

Fall Finery

The leaves started turning color and the trees pirouetted their fall finery,

And put on their last show before the long sleep of winter,
The early morning rays touched the treetops turning yellow and burgundy to copper and gold,
Suddenly a flock of geese few over the treetops and lent my heart flight,
As my eye followed theirs over colored landscapes .


-shubha