The garden’s shame is the bareness of its boughs
The sorrowful gaze of a tree
Suffering in silence
From the unspoken parting of its leaves
It is the hesitation of a raindrop
Sliding down the windowpane
Shattering the misty image of loneliness
Framed within the window's embrace
The sign of autumn
Is the coquettish dance of a fall-colored rainbow
Whirling drunkenly to the melody of the wind
Adorning the earth in the long fingers of the rain
It is the winter's slumber
Resting in the heart of a seed
Dreaming of spring’s rebirth
Enduring the chill of the soil
Until dawn breaks on the horizon of renewal
The sign of autumn
Is the noisy flock of crows
Perched atop the schoolyard wall
The rough folds of a winter coat
Its scent escaping the confines of the wardrobe
It is the promise of tomorrow’s heavy snow
Awaited with childish delight
Bursting into explosions of unrestrained joy
The sign of autumn
Is the brevity of time
In the calendar’s fleeting pages
Turned with yearning, day after day
It is the nocturnal dream of a home
At the end of a forgotten alleyway
Where stone-paved stairs
Still meet the sweep of caring hands
And the latch of an old wooden gate
For years and years
Has lingered, waiting—just waiting
Arsalan – Tehran
November 26, 2024
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