WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

AUTUMN ENDS
Not a curtain closing, but a door  so near,
Autumn whispers, "Change is not so far.”
Fields ablaze in gold, a fiery crown,
Nature's transformation, gently settling down.

Dewdrops dance on blades, a playful chime,
Winter slumbers near, a promise of new time.
Like a golden damselfly, I'll take to the breeze,
Soaring on currents, carried with such ease.

Leaves in a vibrant ballet, swirling and bright,
Fall's gentle sigh, ushering in the night.
Crimson whispers rustle secrets untold,
A symphony of colors, brave and bold.

November's chill bares beauty in decay,
A cycle reborn in its own unique way.
Withered blooms hum a mournful, sweet refrain,
Death's a transformation, not a source of pain.

For in the stillness, a quiet peace takes hold,
Freedom from burdens, a story yet untold.
Life's sting was forgotten, replaced by gentle rest,
A journey continues, in a form newly blessed

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI