Autumn’s Tale

By Yasmeen Garg

The leaves of the fall are gone,
no rustle, the woods stand still,
as the branches split open the sky,
of the trees that dance in the wind.
I walked through the leaf-strewn path,
that cuts apart the woods in two.
The crunch of the gravel beneath my feet,
a magic that before I never knew.
What I felt I can’t explain,
that bliss cannot be defined,
as I danced to the song of the wind,
within the woods that was…