Autumn by Ruswa Fatehpuri

Autumn

At the dizzy end of Fall

Disoriented. Winter coat, summer shoes

Leaves wet in heavy piles, the smell

Your shawls retreived from plastic

Memories preserved in aspic

Quiet streets, the afternoon

Christmas lights and cloudless skies

I finger spines of all the books I will not give

Wind whispers in the branches, who and who?

Did you leave her? Did she leave you?

Ruswa Fatehpuri

from Sold and Bartered

Thematically related Post:

http://kerinda.com/2014/04/02/dp-leaving/

And as Autumn rolls around again, so does this poem, reblogged at re-linked…

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