The Autumn Poem

The Autumn Poem

In November’s golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight,
The world around looks contrast.

Leaves are saying bye bye,
As they come floating down,
Lying in the carpet to die,
Of yellow, red, and brown.

Mountain tops, now turned to white,
Forewarn of winter chills,
While trees, like golden rivers,
Wind their way up through the hills.

As the winter starts to devour,
You will ever find it thus,
Burst of varied colours,
Like an artist’s brush.

By Afifa Mastura

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