Lamenting Yellow Leaves

A Poem by Muhammad Nasrullah Khan

Photo by Bernd Schulz on Unsplash

Cold wind, I feel your touch.
Watch my breath condense in your chill.
While falling many-hued colors.
scatter across the aging Earth,
like dancing a waltz together on cobbled floor.
But yet they weep,
like poor men’s dreams.
Such tragic sadness they invoke!
I want to gather those sweeping fronds
and crush them to my chest.
They crinkle when I touch -
the sound…