Autumn Poem by Dr Shamim Ali

As I stroll amidst the whirling leaves,
A splendid sight before my eyes,
I'm lulled into a trance that weaves
A tapestry of colors in the skies.

I bask in autumn's fleeting treasure,
A show divine, so ethereal,
And as the leaves, in their light measure,
Dance and twirl with grace, surreal.

Each leaf, a wisp, so light and free,
Sways and sidles, afloat in air,
A gentle fall, a reverie,
Touching down with grace, so fair.

The trees, ablaze with vibrant hues,
A feast for eyes, a wondrous sight,
A riot of colors, bright and true,
A symphony of reds and purples, a delight.

As I gaze upon this stunning show,
The leaves, the trees, the breeze, all one,
A sweet opus, a music flow,
A choir of leaves, in chorus spun.

And though the cold, it looms ahead,
A chill that creeps, a call to rest,
Autumn's hues, they still abide,
A moment's bliss, a treasure chest.

So let us savor this fleeting bliss,
This autumnal feast, so brief and bright,
For little by little, it fades, and will miss,
This symphony of colors, a true delight.