Afterfall 

The colours 

of fall are filling the air

reds, yellows,

golds and silvers

swirling and falling

in the splendour of fall.

But this season of colour 

and fruitfulness

is also the season 

of mists

and monochrome

of grey skies,

of damp, 

decay and death.

Joy and apprehension

together in harmony

usually.

And usually 

nature 

has kept to the script,

repeated the pattern

of millennia

but now

she’s ripping it up

and letting it fall

with the leaves.

And soon,

one day soon

I think 

only the grey will appear

and only the grey will remain

to portend a bleak wintery 

future.

https://parchamonline.in/2023/04/21/poems-third-issue/4/#afterfall-lynn-white