Tips and toes, in a glossy glow,
a candle the autumn lights,
the rebel season that defies age,
and teaches the trees to celebrate.
The fall is the season of rising again,
the season heavy with the load of pollen,
the air with the scent of of the clouds.
The full moon emerges like Rembrandt's figure
shimmering on the backdrop of night.
Drop off to sleep on the moonlit pillow,
and lie on the bed as if it's a meadow
touching the horizon marked by hills.
These golden leaves will fall in dreams
like stars of heaven singing hymns.
Say adieu to all doubts and
trustfully fall in the arms of sleep..
Sushama Karnik.
Thanks for the image György
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