by Prasanta | Oct 22, 2018 | Poetry
What did Autumn ask Of you On trails of fallen leaves Where children stomp Adults stroll and winds scatter? What did your eyes seek Among the rust, the gold? You are the rod, the arm, the voice You are honey withdrawn From my soul A foggy, misty morning Is what I...
by Prasanta | Oct 17, 2018 | Poetry, Prayer
Beautifully curling upward, Cupping droplets that land on its skin I take my finger, wipe the drop Leaving a skirmish behind The autumn leaf is like a heart Turned toward heaven Changing colors, singing in its death— I wonder, Leaf, how many songs have you sung? * I...
by Prasanta | Nov 6, 2017 | Beauty, Quotes
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.” -William Cullen Bryant “Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” -George Eliot...
by Prasanta | Oct 31, 2017 | Poetry
What did Autumn ask of you On trails of fallen leaves Where children stomp Adults stroll and winds scatter? What did your eyes seek Among the rust, the gold? You are the rod, the arm, the voice You are honey withdrawn From my soul A foggy, misty morning Is what I...
by Prasanta | Oct 21, 2017 | Beauty, Quotes
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” -Jim Bishop “He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.” -J.R.R....
by Prasanta | Sep 22, 2017 | Beauty, Haiku, Poetry
Flames of Fall Reds and golds dripping The equinox dance begins Flames dying on land © prasanta September 2017 “Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” -Jim Bishop ...
by Prasanta | Oct 28, 2016 | Poetry
Beautifully curling upward, Cupping droplets that land on its skin I take my finger, wipe the drop Leaving a skirmish behind The autumn leaf is like a heart Turned toward heaven Changing colors, singing in its death— I wonder, Leaf, how many songs have you sung? * I...
