Green Go



    Nature’s austerities are apparent in autumn:
    No dense desires (leaves) define the trees
    Not a grain of green thoughts stirs them.

    Forgoing the flair for
    Fragrant ornaments (flowers), the twigs live
    The dry conventions of Indian widow.

    No water wish in rivers and rills rolls
    Lakes lay bare their sandribs which
    Children titillate with their larking,
    Meadows, pastures catch jaundice.

    Not a bit of beauty can
    Nature boast to key up
    Twitter bards, people praise.

    Like the congregation of ascetics
    Merged in meditation
    The eye-cry-dry-trees are
    Poised, pieced in pensive prayers
    To preen on green go.