Dry Leaves Poem by Chandra Shekhar Dubey

Dry Leave

The dry, yellow leaves drift down, whispering secrets in crackling sounds, kissing the earth with rustling sighs.
The lone tree stands in silent wait, dreaming of spring's gentle embrace, a rebirth in the abandoned orchard.
Soft winds murmur through barren limbs, singing echoes of seasons past. Bare branches stretch toward the sky, beckoning birds to perch, to sing.
A tiny bird alights, its fragile tune weaving sorrow through the hollow air. Its song, a memory of distant springs, lingers—then fades as it takes flight.

Left alone in quiet despair, the tree shudders its empty twigs, longing for the promise of bloom.

Chandra Shekhar Dubey