I will enter the quiet woods,
On the rustling leaves I will dance,
I will watch the Godhoods,
I will prance to the autumn’s romance.

I will wear a colorful dress,
I will mix up myself with the leaves,
I will hear what the wind says,
I will feel the tender breeze.

I will see a birch in gilding,
A maple in its nice crimson,
A spider’s beautiful sewing
Created with God’s benison.

Th...

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Autumn

Autumn, cloaked in scarlet, russet and bronze,

Is a spendthrift who

Flings gold across the landscape

Steps proudly midst Harvest’s abundance.

Caresses velvety peaches

Plucks bushels of pears, plums and pomegranates

Bites crisp, caramel apples

Tastes tangy hot cider.

Greets goblins at her door

Hands out treats to pint-sized Jack-O-Lanterns

While wit...

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Autumn

Autumn, cloaked in scarlet, russet and bronze,

Is a spendthrift who

Flings gold across the landscape

Steps proudly midst Harvest’s abundance.

Caresses velvety peaches

Plucks bushels of pears, plums and pomegranates

Bites crisp, caramel apples

Tastes tangy hot cider.

Greets goblins at her door

Hands out treats to pint-sized Jack-O-Lanterns

While wit...

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Red Granite

Listen closely and hear

To know what the dawn needs

Tired eyes and a drifting thought

You must be astronaut sat upon God’s knees

Closer to hear

What the colors of dawn needs

Poppyseed fields at the foot of a valley

The crimson of God’s teeth

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I am not Alone

Ujjal Mandal, India
7th December 2020

I am not alone.
When nature cast her beauty upon me,
My silence speaks the words
Of happiness.
Oh, I am not alone
I have silence.

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(a woke up one morning in spring to a dead leaf)

And it’s a dead one

                     I’m turning over a new leaf

                             A dead one

                             Left over from autumn

                             Something unpleasant on this spring morning

                             I’m turning over a new leaf

            ...

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clinging tenaciously by its needle toe

the dry golden leaf

trembles and twists

a tortured dance in the chill wind

and refuses to let go -

afraid to die

the breeze reconnoiters

draws back and whips again

wheezing up the trunk

rifling the raggedy branches

into a twitching frenzy

but the little leaf holds on

the shifty ...

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