Tuesday, November 2, 2010


Pink to rust, green to gold
A red knit muffler, a fur lapelled coat.
Silence in the parks, just carpeted walks
The chirps are gone, just the cricket talks.
The sudden fondness for sun,the dappled warmth
That extra cup of tea, steaming bowls of broth.
Ephemeral mornings, the evening ennui-
And summer remains just a memory.