Celebration of fall

Another season of fall,

A season I call remembrance...

Its the glory of finer things

Celebration of untouched moments with vibration of colors...

Every year it comes and goes

It always makes a mark

With the leaves it takes my heart

to a land of unspoken art

Old memories come back

during this season of fall

I cherish old times, remember old pals

savour those moments, I have kept in my heart

I like to think, I like to sing

I like to marvel this season of art

I like to be alone in woods

In the company of the tall

I smell the season and its feathers

who are together to be apart...

The crispness in the air

The heaviness of the trees

Its the feeling of satisfaction

upon them I perceive

Chirping birds fly home,

squirrels get ready for dark

I turn in with satisfying silence

To welcome another pause

"Celebration of Fall....." by Priya Vaidya (October 2009)