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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