Ach, Gloomy Autumn (Satis Shroff) The intensity of the sun Has disappeared. A mellowness shrouds the land. The leaves have turned yellow, russet, crimson and brown Alas, the once rich foliage Has begun to die under the October twilight, A natural end. But there is hope For life begins anew next spring. The fallen leaves Are an exercise in letting go. To think that hose very leaves Were so green and gaudy, In the summer months. Now everything seems to be deceasing. Leaves stiff and drooping, Dead leaves, twigs and branches, Are ablaze in the autumnal bonfire, On hillsides, homesteads and gardens. Out of the memories arise wisdom, Like the Sphinx born anew From the ashes of the old, Year in and year out. Doesn’t power have the stain of blood? Ah, my grape vines are gone, Shared by visiting blackbirds and me. So sweet and such a delight, As the juices trickle down your throat. Some elderly storks have ling
