March
14
The Painter of Autumn by Gursimran Randhawa
The Painter of Autumn
Gursimran Randhawa
The autumn has greeted me like an impressionist painting,
Like a kiss of departure on a summer Riviera shore,
Lyrics like the trace of the wheels on the stone road:
With every step forward, a more permanent goodbye.
The red and orange that taints the tips of the tallest trees
Melts into the frosting sky,
Seeping downward like fresh raindrops
Painting a final warmth
Before it is then denied:
Strokes of colours dancing in the wind,
And with a pirouette, they fall into the eye.
Autumn sunshine clings to the skin
Like honey
As leaves fly by.
The procession of winter proceeds
With earth still left to grieve,
So the flowers still lay
In the dull eternity
Of fall disarray.