Swan Song
they wait for turn
to strut their stuff
autumn
at the gate
a rustling yellow carpet
white plum blossom
the leaves make exit
to showcase its radiance
riveting like his moustache
his jazz inches
everywhere
spring blazing bloom
the scarecrows too
have come alive
elixir of life
the bee bends over
with no reservation
tea leaves
in the cup
an autumn lake
our morning walk
the clouds change its costume
from white to grey
autumn leaves
butterflies flit
in the winds
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