Let Autumn come: A poem by Sonal Singh

Under the virgin vanilla sky,

Splatter a few dollops of butterscotch

Melting on the caramel hues of bare sentinels

Brazenly beckoning the ochre autumn skies.

Sprinkle a few drops of red

On the expansive canvas of the welkin,

Sketch out a sleepy sun out yonder

In a few dribbles of orange-gold tones.

Then scribble with the dark ink

A few birds, flying homeward bound.

Let the colours of the eve gradually

Meld into the shades of the starry night.

Suspend a caliginous haze

Over the vista, let it hang enraptured

Over the many yellowed strewn leaves

Littering the serpentine pathways to home.

Let autumn come!