Autumn Leaves

The autumn leaves
Lay littered on the ground
The trees had to shed them
A part of life, a ritual, they say ..
As winter had arrived...

I spotted a rare bird,
Out there in the open,
on a mad, cloudy afternoon
As if I heard an old tune
That had got buried
under the autumn leaves

Perhaps I smelled a known fagrance
Or maybe it was altogether new
I felt a mesmeric charm
Like that of the glistening morning dew
resting on autumn leaves

Often, I end up looking at the beauty..

so natural..that is...
and her joyous, penetrating,
Overwhelmingly mysterious eyes.

And I bid futile goodbyes, thousands of them...
as the autumn leaves.