Autumn

a poem by Aishani Goswami

I was walking down the street
A gush of wind went past me.
The sign of winter, the end of summer
It is Autumn that I see.
The leaves went behind me
The groove of trees swayed with me.
Though I was tired
But did not sleep.
The weather was pleasant,
I wanted to play,
And shout and say;
That it’s a pleasant day.
I like the weather, I like the day,
And I don’t know what to say.
After this winter comes,
Followed by spring with sweet palms.