An Afternoon in Fall

The Sun riding on the wake of its crescendo,
Not a soul in sight, on the metalled roads breathing fire.

No more the lazy chill of the morning,
No more the insomniac warmth of the night.

The birds are finally seated for lunch,
The cattle are busy staring at shadows retreating.

No time for crazy dreams or lofty hopes,
No time for solemn rumination or  silent desolation.

Its the only time, everything is finally real, for once!
Its an afternoon in fall.



 - Palash
September'2012, Lumding