Filled With Autumn Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

The earth, drowned in colors,
I am the river-born soul of rippling water,
when the sky breaks down in torrents,
I am the color-bathed soul of feasty meadows.
With baskets of gold in autumn fields.

The spark, the fire, the seed of life,
Let the earthly desires burn and burn.
The sun rises, and the sky is painted with gold.

The sun drowns, and the forest wears
a face of red and russet
The drowning sun brings dusky dreams.
On the fields, I walk to capture autumn's fragrance.
October has brought colorful dreams.
The fall footsteps have enlivened the earth,
The blank pages of my book fill up
with poems of light,
For colors break through the cloudy skies.

Summer left, and I drowned in silence
at its hushed goodbye.
But in the forest, I heard the footsteps of autumn,
Suddenly, verses float, for the quiet evenings
now feast in colors,
The cinnamon smell fills the home,
and the scent of nutmeg wafts in the air.

'The Seed Breaks, The Sun Rises'...Excerpt
Jayita Bhattacharjee