Last Autumn
written by: Banasmita Das
Dewdrops and misty mornings,
November hues and my musings..
Your silhouette in the dusk of my heart,
The vehemence of love and art..
Winter and snowfall at the doorstep,
Waiting in forbearance..
To embrace a season,
imbued with poignance..
I stand and stare at the desolate sky,
The moon is crescent,
and the stars are shy..
I hark back about you,
and your Midas touch..
It’s November,
and I am missing you
a little too much..
I am a freelance writer. I mostly write travel articles and am the owner of a travel blog. Moreover, I love to write poetry as well. My articles got published in some leading dailies.
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- Last Autumn - November 28, 2022
