Autumn

This is an image of autumn. I've chosen it because my poem relates autumn to my personal struggles. The title of my poem is also Autumn

During periods of distress, I seek the season of mangled leaves
and barks undressed, the whalebone dully lighting the undergrowth,
a tincture of purple dusk a stark contrast to the auburn canopy
of the red maple, my footfalls a solemn crunch like that of a
weather-worn, debilitated infantry that’s trudging on,
and at that moment, that silence of realms both earthly and eternal,
I find a hush within too, not one durable, but enough to see
That there’s time without that’s just as weary as the time within.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2019)

9 responses

  1. Very descriptive, not only visually, but aurally and I liked that a lot. I look for that hush within but never seem to have any success.

    • Thank you so much! I think I’m being a little quixotic in saying that I always feel that hush within. There are times when even Autumn can’t bring order or even a semblance of it to my life, but then there are times when the machinery just shuts down and I enjoy the stillness. So, I understand where you’re coming from.

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