November knocks at the door


Oscillate

Morning ,rays of rising sun
The brook flows slowly
And the dew drops
Shine in golden sun
November knocks at the door
Yellow leaves oscillate to ground
Turning red is maple once more
Let these silences lengthen
So do the shadows be
Stay away you humans
Its me and my home nature
Once for all.





Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-10-25 at 05:25

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Very descriptive, Mirza. The leaves oscillating their way to the ground especially. Blessings, Allen
2025-10-25


anonface The PoetBay support member heart!
Falling leaves, lengthening shadows, and deepening silences become symbols of retreat and reflection. At its heart, it’s a declaration of belonging to nature, perhaps a wish to step away from human noise and find peace in the stillness of the season.
2025-10-25