Poetry | Ode | Autumn

A Fall Song

A celebration of the impossible, indescribable beauty of fall

(Kristian Seedorff from Unsplash)

Fall,
the celebration
of everything
(I’ve ever held sacred),
the time when my heart
and the world
gets drunk
on our fragility and brokenness,
drinking a toast to our woes together,
with both of us falling
in love
with the mess that we are.

Fall,
the time when ‘time’ itself can’t help
but, for once,
lets itself be seduced
by the leaves,
falling
one memory at a time.

I can never get over the beauty of fall. The impossible, indescribable beauty of fall. I always think about the quote from poet William Cullen Bryant: ‘Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.’
Some days, it gets overwhelming almost. On one of those days, this poem spilled over.
Hope you enjoyed reading it.

Swapnil (moonlights as crookshanks sometimes) is a writer and architect from India.