October 9, 2015

Her Fall Fiesta


With crunchy, crinkly leaves everywhere
Autumn had painted the town yellow, orange and red.
She changed the wreath on her door, again
Like she had every year, for all of sixty seven.

Until next time, 
Chandana Shekar

2 comments:

Bikram said...

You stranger.. how do you do :) and where are you


Bikram's

Rajlakshmi said...

I love your micro poetry/story on instagram :) Well written