The birds are flying North to South
Migration's in the air,
The winds blast with a chill
The birds fly in spite despair!
The leaves shiver, tremble and fall
Freezing in the windy air,
The stems, the trunks wilt and dry
Having lost their warm gear!
The wools and jerseys start venturing out
The scarfs fly in the air,
Autumn's almost bidding adieu
With the winter almost there!!
~Deepti Ramakrishna
