The leaves are changing, the wind is growing cold, and the smell of fall is in our noses.
We herald the arrival of Autumn with the poem ‘Fall’ by repeat contributor Bhaswati Ghosh—a celebration of the changing seasons and a reminder of the sweetness that comes with the chill in the air.
Fall
The air has sinusitis.
It spits out cold,
skin-tingling sneezes.
Sunsets morph into giant
pumpkins and sink
down grocery store shelves.
The earth, tired of bareness,
covers her breast with
fallen leaves.
Gold-tangerine-crimson colonize
trees; chlorophyll fades
like the vaporous
dream called summer.