The leaves are falling,
Falling as if from far above.
Yellow, browns and orange hues,
Withering leaves and sprouting mushrooms.
This autumn has come too soon.
We are all falling,
Just like the leaves in the breeze.
At mercy of of each hustle and rustle,
Falling with a glide or a thud,
The seasons are changing too soon.
It will not always be like this,
The wind in my mind echos at me.
Once the tale of falling leaves is over,
Frost and chills will come.
Only then flowers will peek and bloom.
Counting the falling leaves,
And with each leaf holds a memory.
From the days' chores and thoughts,
To the warmth of the heated summer.
This season was gone too soon.
An entry of random musings for this month.
Honestly, my thoughts and emotions are still in a mess this month with all the happenings. I don't know what I'm feeeling anymore. Am I still in denial? Or have I accepted the fact that the chilly season had come too early?
What season am I living in now?
Also, I wonder what it really is like in Autumn. I've always said this was my favourite season, but I have never experienced it before. I really love the colours of Autumn, the falling leaves and the gentle breeze, at least that is what I imagined. Fall fashion, spiced lattes and pumpkin pies, I want to experience it at least once.
Oh wells, I will need to survive through these seasons of happenings and sea of emotions before I can experience anything.
