Every leaf a painting

Every leaf a painting

   Every leaf a masterpiece

A whisper of a wind

   A tug of a breeze

Come sailing down

   To meet the ground

Cover the pathways

   Color the greens

What a beauty in dying

   What elegance in fading out

With not a touch of remorse

   Or dressed in black or grey

But joyous in grief

   Glorious in color

Shedding love and joy

   To all who behold

In orange, gold and red

   Draped in majesty

Fluttering and swaying

   Shuddering to a stop

Laying still on the cold ground

   Waiting for the frost

Goodbye, dear leaf

   You have done well

Until the spring morn

   Rest in peace…

-Shobana

Cold

Thoroughly beaten
None to hear the screams
The mouth opens silent
As wet tears on cheeks
I run and find
No place to hide
I cower and cringe
But to no avail
Coldness creeps and
Steadily advances
Surrender I must
Surrender I must

-shobana

The color of death

Is brown the color of death?

 or is black the color of lifelessness?

Brown grass withered

 Brown trees bereft of leaves

Leaves still and brown and shaking

 loosely and nonchalantly on a brown tree

Sad scorched land with dried streams

 Barren brown earth streaked with frost

Is this the color of death?

 Is this the color of lifelessness?

When will the clouds break out?

 When will the gentle rains come?

Is there an end?

 Is there a spring?

-Shobana

March 26, 2014