Vivacious are the Moods of Autumn

autumn is about muted rustles
dead, burnt oranges
and aroma of humus sprinkled
over a sun-baked earth,
but it masquerades as rebirth
~a rejuvenation of spring’s hues,
leaves are dumb mockingbirds
mimicking flower petals
sighing in potpourri whimsy.

it is an ebullient saga of change
as foliage are scattered
on sidewalks as fragments
of sunshine laughter,
that reiterates itself
with earth’s revolutions.

swaying on the armchair
drinking in vista from voyeur windows
like sips of sweet apple cider,
I bask in fall’s nutmeg poetry
~ taciturn and burnished:
an acquired taste like cafe noir.

rains fall like vented expressions
of bottled up sentiments,
peltering earth’s blisters in soothing susurrus
and I yearn to dance in showers
to cleanse sweaty reminders of august.

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