Fall forebodings by Sangita Kalarickal

autumn susurrations
   of the ash tree 
   before gold shimmers down to
   the earth 
a mellow sunbeam will force 
the gloom of impending winter
out into a glass of 
sparkling wine
just give me a moment 
of happy visions
and a supposition of joy
just give me the music of
the earth 
as the stars dance
to the jingle of the season...
or not.
I will make my own music as
life winds around me,
and the dancer
as she gently ties a 
hundred brass bells above her ankles.
   autumn susurrations
   of the ash tree 
   before the rhythm of my life
   freezes.
yet I chasten myself.
a lost rabbit 
wanders, finds 
fresh sprouts where 
I saw mere brown
earth takes care of her own.
And I
wait my turn.