the light dappling the dying leaves
does nothing to warm the crisp fall air
because autumn is never perfect
with its wrenching omnipresence
and we wonder why the trees lose their coverings
as we layer
bundle up
but i understand the desire to lose oneself lose
the leaves
once the chill sets in
and the light on your skin does nothing
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
metamorphosis
कविताa collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.
