When Autumn Came Too Early
What can one say—? Even before summer has arrived, I can feel the gentle sway of the autumn breeze, knocking on my doorstep, like an unexpected visitor, from a faraway place. I peep in through the keyhole, to steal a glance at the face waiting by the door, but all I can see is the dazzling canopy of yellow, overhanging by the boughs, the parched leaves scattered in profusion, in the ground, and everywhere else. Wonder, why the arrival of autumn feels like a foreboding, as if it has come, to steal something most precious from me? Time shrinks and brings me back to myself, my book in hand, the music gone, A dull pain and an aching sense of loss of something that I dearly love. ******** This free verse is inspired by the photo prompt published for #FictionMonday, a blog hop hosted by my friend Vinitha Dileep, on her lovely blog, ‘Reflections’.